''Hello, it's nice to meet you.''
At first you can't tell where the voice is coming from, and you whirl around confused and hissing. Thick ivy tumbles down the ruined stones, a glossy and green waterfall, and you still can't see anyone in the enclosed space you are in - A sense of dread starts to crawl down your spine, and once again you glare at the nettles shivering in a summer's breeze. ''Who are you?'' You growl, baring yellowed fangs. ''Show yourself, if you're not a coward!'' There is no reply, only the drone of the mayflies in the air and you start to get impatient.
''Calm down.'' A large white molly approaches you quietly, ginger and black tail held high above her head. ''I'm Beetail.'' She smiles at you, before settling down in a nest laden with forget-me-nots and snowdrops, making you wonder how she could feel so safe laying before a sharp-clawed stranger. ''And you must've come here for a reason...unless you're lost too?'' Beetail suggests, bright eyes beseeching you for an honest answer. You get the feeling that whatever lie you tell, she'll be able to see through it in seconds.
So? Are you lost? Or are you one of the sent?
''Calm down.'' A large white molly approaches you quietly, ginger and black tail held high above her head. ''I'm Beetail.'' She smiles at you, before settling down in a nest laden with forget-me-nots and snowdrops, making you wonder how she could feel so safe laying before a sharp-clawed stranger. ''And you must've come here for a reason...unless you're lost too?'' Beetail suggests, bright eyes beseeching you for an honest answer. You get the feeling that whatever lie you tell, she'll be able to see through it in seconds.
So? Are you lost? Or are you one of the sent?