"Not exactly," she admits. She'd found Johnny before becoming quite desperate enough to accost a stranger into helping her - probably just as well, since she has no idea what's about to happen. The Balladeer's grip on her is reassuringly firm, though, as he steps backwards and--
Several things seem to happen in the space of an instant. The air before her thickens into something that feels more like the consistency of molasses, and she is struck with a sudden, intense conviction that this was a terrible idea and she shouldn't go this way, shouldn't want to go this way. But the Balladeer still has her, and she remembers that that's a good thing despite the uncomfortable strain on her wrists, and she pushes forward, squinting as if faced with a high wind.
The resistance gets worse. "Um," she squeaks.
And then she's teetering atop a slope of exposed stone amid the trees. There's no sign of the Balladeer, and her hands are numb. She regains her balance, then tsks in frustration. So much for that plan.
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Several things seem to happen in the space of an instant. The air before her thickens into something that feels more like the consistency of molasses, and she is struck with a sudden, intense conviction that this was a terrible idea and she shouldn't go this way, shouldn't want to go this way. But the Balladeer still has her, and she remembers that that's a good thing despite the uncomfortable strain on her wrists, and she pushes forward, squinting as if faced with a high wind.
The resistance gets worse. "Um," she squeaks.
And then she's teetering atop a slope of exposed stone amid the trees. There's no sign of the Balladeer, and her hands are numb. She regains her balance, then tsks in frustration. So much for that plan.