To Zalle this wood was just like any other, every little difference stood out to her like a sore thumb, she did not have much company so the trees were her friends and each tree had its own name, she could tell two different trees about like they were different people, no two were the same in her eyes. She danced around the trees, going in and out of site like a playful spirit.
”So Isis tell me, you look like a quite attractive little girl, why are you not in a house, cooking, cleaning and making babies like every other little girl out there – why is this one wondering in the woods looking for corpses. What makes you special? A virtue or a deadly corruption?”
She asked, continuing down her path, her little foxy partner walking by her feet. There was not much to say – Zalle wanted to get into this girls mind, poke around a little. It was just something to keep her entertained on their walk.
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