Verdigris Ravine I swear to God, I saw her howling at the sky

Unnoticed for now, Candle crept along behind the girl. She watched her pause to assess a dark green vine, and her own pale eyes followed. From what she could see, it was nothing special; darkly-flowered, tangled among the bushes, uninteresting. Just a vine, like any other.

Yet she sensed a tension in the air. Candle drew in a careful breath and began to back away, uncertain what manner of dark magic she might be witnessing. The vine was cursed. Or the girl was cursed. She wasn't sure, but it scared her.