Cataleen was a small figure huddled underneath a green umbrella on the side of the road. She watched the approaching crowd with a mixture of relief and anxiety. There were others here! Wherever here was, anyway. Waking up to what she had just thought was another rainy morning, only to find the town eerily altered and apparently empty had greatly unnerved her. And those voices... commanding, drawing her toward something. Cataleen had been near convinced that she had died, and was being called to be judged before some divine being. Hiding in her house had been a temptation, but one that the curmudgeon in her couldn't accept, and one that the voices wouldn't allow. She had to go. So, she had dressed nicely, pinned a snapdragon in her hair, grabbed her umbrella, and headed out.

"Thank god." she breathed, trotting over to the group once they were closer. "Please tell me this is some bizarre Ashdown tradition."

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