The Balladeer, on his side, feels absolutely no resistance. One moment Greta is about to follow him out of the Ramble, and the next she looks like she's suddenly moving in slow motion, straining against the air. "Um. Greta?"
There's nothing there. It must be her curse trying to keep her in. The Balladeer's eyes narrow and he tightens his grip, digging in his heels. He isn't going to give up that easily. They can beat these damned curses! This one, at least! "Okay, on the count of five! One...two..."
And then his momentum sends him tumbling backwards. He catches himself just before falling, but only because his hands are now free - Greta is gone.
"Greta?" He darts back over the border and looks around. Not a sign of her. Completely vanished.
The Balladeer turns about and goes to flop down on the nearest park bench and bury his head in his hands. Anyone nearby may hear a quiet, muffled series of "Hooray"s and "Yipee"s.
He puts up with a lot of shit. This is all brand new shit, however, and it is uniquely frustrating. He didn't even let go!
Oh well. Being angry at the curses won't actually fix them. He stands and starts off towards the boundary of the park. There's got to be someplace nearby selling shears or something. And he'll swing by one of those food trucks on the way back.
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There's nothing there. It must be her curse trying to keep her in. The Balladeer's eyes narrow and he tightens his grip, digging in his heels. He isn't going to give up that easily. They can beat these damned curses! This one, at least! "Okay, on the count of five! One...two..."
And then his momentum sends him tumbling backwards. He catches himself just before falling, but only because his hands are now free - Greta is gone.
"Greta?" He darts back over the border and looks around. Not a sign of her. Completely vanished.
The Balladeer turns about and goes to flop down on the nearest park bench and bury his head in his hands. Anyone nearby may hear a quiet, muffled series of "Hooray"s and "Yipee"s.
He puts up with a lot of shit. This is all brand new shit, however, and it is uniquely frustrating. He didn't even let go!
Oh well. Being angry at the curses won't actually fix them. He stands and starts off towards the boundary of the park. There's got to be someplace nearby selling shears or something. And he'll swing by one of those food trucks on the way back.