simba, remember who you are

A whisper brushed past her ear but grew louder, louder, louder. Theory whipped her head back and forth in the stifling, dark passageway. Was Sparrow playing a trick on her? Ahead she could see her cousin bargaining with a strange cloaked figure. Sparks seemed to fly out of its hood and sleeves, swirling up towards the ceiling. Sparks? No, they were fireflies. She began to pant softly when suddenly Shaye's voice sounded right in her ear, as if she was standing right there: "COME TO ME." The ghost of hot breath made all of her hair stand on end. Theory whined deep in her throat but still couldn't resist the call. After all, what if she had some strange chance of seeing her mentor and chosen mother again? She dodged around the glowing peddler and his wares and ran deeper into the cave, sticking close to the right side of the wall so she didn't lose her way.