Farrow
"Oh, uh, please go away, please let me go." Farrow stumbled into a small clearing, shaking her ankle that was currently held fast but a thick, green-mottled vine. Farrow dribbled a bit of water from her skein down onto the sentient plant, the plopping of the drops on the skin loud in the eerie silence. With a nearly delighted wriggle, the vine unwound itself from Farrow's leg and slithered back into the Wildwood proper.
"Thank you!" Farrow called quietly, her voice almost lilting sing-song, and waved to the vine as it slinked back into the darkness. Turning, Farrow found herself in a small grove of red-barked saplings, all gnarled into agonized, human forms.
Farrow's mother had told a great number of stories about the Greatwood, and though she barely lingered on the ancient Fae burial site, as Farrow knelt in front of the closest sapling, she knew, on no uncertain terms, that she had been led to Ludo's wood.
"Thank you!" Farrow called quietly, her voice almost lilting sing-song, and waved to the vine as it slinked back into the darkness. Turning, Farrow found herself in a small grove of red-barked saplings, all gnarled into agonized, human forms.
Farrow's mother had told a great number of stories about the Greatwood, and though she barely lingered on the ancient Fae burial site, as Farrow knelt in front of the closest sapling, she knew, on no uncertain terms, that she had been led to Ludo's wood.
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