Stone Circle defeat the stymphalian birds

There’s a moment of hesitation. This has all been a game of sorts to her, stringing along an impulse as was her typical way, an indulgence of her fascination with this confident vagrant and his talk of augury. She didn’t believe in mysticism.

But then she can’t explain the trickle of fear that pricks at her limbs, already falling rashly behind him, without an idea of where she was to be lead and if this was someone she’d even trust to be alone with.

“Show me?” She asks anyway, and the strangeness compels.