Dagmær’s emerald eyes kept flitting back to the woods as if at any moment she might see her friend come emerging from the fog. She listened half-heartedly as the stranger mentioned the beliefs of her people. Dag frowned. Their…. ghost? She looked at the woman in confusion before it finally clicked what the other woman was trying to tell her. “NO! You…. that is silly. I didn’t see a ghost, there’s no such thing as ghosts. It was probably just…. a trick of the light!” She started to move away from the woman. It was ridiculous! As if the warrior princess would fall so easily. Ha! She wouldn’t…. she wouldn’t die…. she wouldn’t…. she wouldn’t.
Dag had only taken a few steps before she found herself frozen in spinning thoughts of disbelief. She sat down heavily as the woman stated that she lived around here and could get her out of the woods. Dag nodded numbly and mumbled a thank you. “I don’t know… I just… I don’t know anything. Somewhere not dark and depressing.” She stood, eager to get out of this forest. “Hi Irie, sorry about… about yelling earlier but I just can’t believe Rhys would be gone. You don’t know her, what she’s like. I’m positive she’s alive, you know? I’m Dagmær Thyre.”
