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Through the murky hues of evergreens and browns, through the curtains of Spanish Moss and the ropes of swamp vine, through the swaths of foam and marsh liquor that pooled at their bare feet… a pale visage appeared.

Or had it always been sitting there?

She was as still as the ancient pillars to the North... Arguably, even more so, set upon a throne of stone and proud beneath the layered façade. She knew what would come to pass... despite only playing the part of 'soothsayers' and 'witches', she had somehow come to intuit in nearly the same, mystical way. They both had.

The girls would feast tonight.

This was her domain. Her game to play. And although she would never admit it out loud – it was her favorite part of their scheme. This wood was occupied by things that could neither be seen nor understood, so their previous meals had explained, and it was those silly superstitions that the sisters capitalized on. Carrie was an expert, at this point. The perfect girl for the role.

So it was no surprise to find her waiting to be seen rather than pushing for it. Eventually, they all came around in the end.

So she waited...

And waited...

And watched as the stranger moved closer and closer and closer still, until at last his face became visible. His form clear between trees and bog... And her heart skipped a beat.

The rich orange gaze she possessed widened as if to make room for a feast, and she consumed all that could be made out of the frame trudging through the lagoon. When his striped limb gave her pause, spiraling up to a muscle bound shoulder Carrie felt the pang of hunger rattle her gut. That was some leg... In the same moment, from above, a large crow shifted upon its branch. It's filthy, partially plucked appearance was grotesque at best and it looked down upon her with a glassy stare; devoid of any visible emotion and yet... full of a hate that only she knew was there.

It pulled a loose smile out of her. And although she knew he could not hear it, she silently replied. Sure. Let's get started. Letting the slow tilt of her head, a return to their prey, be all the signaling he would need to begin the first act.

A caw erupted, shattering the silence. It was followed by the haphazard creaking of wood and the flutter of wings as the crow launched from his position. Diving straight for the male wolf, Fester swooped just over head, clipping whatever part of the strange wolf he could before arcing back to return to his master.

And behind the bird, his witch of the swamp land sat... ready for her debut.

((I figure we can tag Medi when Carrie convinces Glasswort to follow her. >3))

She fought the urge to smile. She fought the urge to move. What thoughts raced behind her gaze were none too kindly to convey and yet they threatened to spill over with a single glance... What was the correlation between sight and those masks again?

When Fester cawed from up above she spoke smoothly to juxtapose him.

"Some have called me 'friend'. Others, 'guide'." Her expression softened, her head tilting to one side. "Are you lost?"

Every subtle shift in his expression delighted her and seemed to satiate the beast for a spell. She was an appreciator of the act!... even if this was far from 'performance' on his part. A high and playful hum, nearly a purr, resounded to feign knowing, before the name rolled off her tongue.



She hadn't heard that one before, but was certain it all tied together somehow. Useful information in the long run if she could be bothered to retain it; a distraction at present. He provided enough for her to continue the charade and moved on quickly; to her benefit. Again her head tilted, only this time it served to clearly delineate two points.

"Well. For the frail, the weak, and the lost... the otherwise lame and incapable... I guide them home..." She paused long enough to let that settle.

"But for those who desire to know a truth, for the special few brave enough to provide me with their trust, I offer a fortune in return."

"You are not lost. But are you frail? Weak? Lame?"