[ Once they've parted ways with the rest of the expedition, Marianne wants to hurry deeper into the woods. It's Ethyln's words that give her pause and makes her step more carefully. ]
Oh, yes. The holes...
[ She murmurs distractedly. Marianne is not thinking of the dangers. Not the roots under her foot nor the ghosts, just the safety of the poor lost horse. So be it courage or folly, she proceeds down the path the animal fled, calling her name. ]
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Oh, yes. The holes...
[ She murmurs distractedly. Marianne is not thinking of the dangers. Not the roots under her foot nor the ghosts, just the safety of the poor lost horse. So be it courage or folly, she proceeds down the path the animal fled, calling her name. ]
Willow? Are you there, Willow?