InsaneJournal

Who: Rhiannon and Liona
Where: A hidden clearing in the woods
When: Around 1:45pm

Rhiannon wasn't doing well today. She couldn't stop thinking about her conversation to the High Priest of Arcadie, or what might come of it, and felt terribly melancholy about the whole thing. After lunch time, as she did when her good mood abandoned her, she asked her twin and his wife to mind the Inn and tavern, and headed for the stables to ride into the woods on her own. Some time alone always did a lot more good than trying to get on with things, she had found.

She saw her brother's twin children playing too close to the horses and was about to warn them away when she heard an odd voice screaming to 'get these children out of here'. It wasn't Geoff, whose man-like voice had recently broken, making him sound less like a man and more like a broken flute of some kind. And yet, Geoff tried to calm a brown horse belonging to a patron before telling the children not to frighten the horses. As Rhiannon looked around, she saw no one else yelling about the children though joining that voice, there was now a softer plea for apples that Rhiannon also couldn't place until Geoff started mouthing off to a horse who was drooling all over his hands about how there were no more apples or sugar for now.

Blinking, she froze in her tracks, almost not hearing Geoff when he asked her if she needed something. It took her a while to ask the boy to prepare a horse, and then she sent the twins off to play with their grandpa in the house instead, although she did so absently, unsure whether someone was making jokes or she was hearing things. Because her own situation couldn't get any stranger. After a few moments of hearing quiet mumbling, she asked Geoff if he was playing some sort of game, which he denied in earnest before she sent him back to work and decided, as she often did, to ignore whatever was happening and get on with her plan. She got onto the saddle and got going.

The whole ride she heard faint murmurs, and as she arrived to a well known, yet well hidden clearing, Rhiannon was truly scared. When she hopped off the horse and tied its reigns to a nearby tree, and she often did, a bird flew overhead - only instead of its normal call Rhiannon heard 'Food over there!" instead. Distinctly, repeatedly, and further off as the bird's distance increased. And then, responses to the news - also from birds. Rhiannon slumped against a tree, looking around as she trembled while the idea of her own creeping madness entered her mind. Was she going mad on top of it all?

Pulling her knees into her chest, Rhiannon looked around as she continued to hear faint murmurs about food and perceived danger, as if the forest were filled with people yet Rhiannon couldn't see a soul. She knew she should leave, yet she felt frozen with fear. With trembling hands she wrapped her arms around her knees and lowered her head, only faintly short of sobbing as she, too, started murmuring; begging the Watchers to make whatever was happening to her to simply stop.