A storm is brewing. The thick dark clouds roll in slowly and you can hear the not so distant rumble of thunder. Raising your face to the sky the first drops fall upon your skin. Knowing you must find shelter soon or face a cold, wet night in the open you head into the tree line. But a few steps in the fine hairs on the back of your neck rise. Sensing you are no longer alone you search frantically in the shadows and find two golden eyes staring intently at you.
A silky soft voice speaks, “Greetings traveler. You look weary… come, follow me.” As the eyes move towards you a tall figure wrapped in a black silver shimmer cloak appears attached to those golden orbs. Still feeling a bit scattered from the startle you…
...automatically start following her, for what reason you do not know.
...start taking steps backwards heading towards the open field.
...stand where you are staring after her departing figure.
