Rosalind's first lesson in magic, dark or otherwise, had been given to her by Marrowood first hand. She couldn't say she was a fan of it. Too many variables, not enough facts. It was the sort of thing that drove scientists crazy. As much as Rosalind wanted to find the link between science and magic there was a part of her that knew that was an act in futility. It was further complicated by the fact that this place, this realm, fed off of their energies and their fears. And when a person was no longer needed then they were disposed of.
It was a horrid existence.
The hairs on Rosalind's neck stood on end when the hiss reached her ears. Goosebumps ran up her arms, and her face flushed. Her body was preparing for whatever it was that was out there stalking them. She was quiet when Killian spoke, and her green eyes looked out at their surroundings. Trees upon trees were all that surrounded them, and it was more than enough cover for whatever it was that was hiding in the forest.
Rosalind took a deep breath, and slowly removed the bow from over her shoulder. The quiver at her back held a healthy supply of bows, but her accuracy was for shit and she'd no doubt go through them before she even hit the creature that was stalking them. Still she knew she had to try, and she released an arrow and nocked it against the bow string in preparation. She went through Clint's instructions in her head and knew she was as ready as she'd ever be. Which wasn't very much, but it was better than nothing.
"You're the expert in these situations, Killian," Rosalind said to the pirate. "I will follow your lead."