Hilda sits down. " I hope she makes it." They've been taking the room down, looking for the things they needed. A blanket, food, water. All of it had been stacked neatly in the small room. Even a few books were lying around, so they crumbled up together, reading the books. "Lets read the book about the witch who defeated Zozo. Maybe we can help them from here." Sabrina mumbled.
"Her name was Lilith" Hilda reads out loud.
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Zelda wakes up, near to dusk. The sun just barely strikes the top of the trees, the light playing a game with the dark shadows of the night. Mornings are still cold and the fair witch shivers in her lace underdress which she has kept on. The fire, they've lit is gone so is it's warmth. Then she remembers last night. How she found deep sleep with Faustus name on her lips. But also, she remembers the light skin under silve light. Hears water splashing. She shakes her head. The stress must be damaging for her nerves. She's probably been dreaming. Then again why would she dream of something as vile and disgusting as Miss Wardwell?
She looks over to the peacefully sleeping witch and catches her eyes. "And how long have you been staring at me ?", she snaps. "Good Morning to you too, kinky. Has your man answered your letter yet?"
"Oh right. The letter. He hasn't answered." zelda thinks. Usually, when she writes him, if he could possibly come over, after a few minutes his familiar would bring her his answer. But now, that she's not able to please him, he must have lost interest in her. Her heart stings, she turn around. " He's a busy man, he will probably sent a letter this afternoon." "Okay." Trying to convince Miss Wardwell seems easy, herseht though, not so much.
They both get up, the cold air hitting Zeldas body, the silky gown, barely covering her mid thighs. "Nice lingerie, you've packed there." Miss Wardwell mocks her.
Without answering she pulls her dress over her head, getting only at little stuck. After a short fight with the cotton she pulls it down over her cold body, guarding it from the preying looks of her hated companion. She would not even call her a companion, just a useful block she has to carry around her feet, that's how much she's annoyed by her witty comments and petty looks.
"Well head down the river today, off the path." Miss Wardwell is packing her things already, stuffing a piece of bread into her mouth. " you want some?" She holds out a chunk. Zeldas stomach grumbles. She's hungry. So she takes the bread and starts packing her things as well.
They start walking soon after, having a lot to travel in just a few days. The way in uneven, they are stones lying the way, long branches of trees that are hard to cross, if you wear a fitted dress, and it does get hotter by the minute. Again the sun does a lot of damage to the fresh air, the river descending moisture into it. Soon after Zeldas long light hair sticks to her face. She's in desperate need of a bath. And the toilet. Not that she's embarrassed by going, but she would never admit to have to pee. "Do we have Time to take a Break?" She asks hopefully. " no not really. We need to be a few miles down by this afternoon, after the sun sets we can't keep on walking, it gets a hell of a lot darker here, the deeper we go." Miss Wardwell shrugs. "You'll have to wait until then." Then she laughs, that deep rich cackle. So they keep going. Actually it's kind of nice, if you stop thinking about the danger, of Zozo. The forest is green and deep, a few animals keep them company. A raven sits above her. "Oh a raven that's probably Faustus!" She happily claims, holding out her hand to get the message. But the raven glides down, sitting on Miss Wardwells shoulder. "It's my familiar. I don't think he'll write you, kinky."
"Stop calling me that." Zelda shoots a furious look to the brunette. "You are kinky though. Watching me bathe. " with that she starts walking in front of her, faster then before, swaying her hips.
Zelda stops walking for a moment. " she knows. She knows I saw her." But because it was nothing and it meant nothing, and Zelda definitely is not thinking about it, she starts walking again. Following the other witch.
They don't talk after that. Zelda still turns pink every few moments, in embarrassment of her action. She wished she'd just have stayed in the sleeping bag. God damn it. Now she's thinking about it again.
In silence they again cast a few spells, light a fire and start to unpack, after they've reached their destination. It's a small nook Miss Wardwell had discovered shielded by a large rock, near the river.
" I'll go wash my clothes." Zelda states. "Great I'll watch." Miss Wardwell looks up from the list in her hands. "If you find a small blue sponge in the water, go get it. We will need it."
So Zelda walks towards the river, looking behind once, twice, just to be sure she's not following her. Then she starts to undress. After her dress comes of, she starts washing it in the shallow part of the water. Then she hangs it from on of the trees nearby. It's heavy from the water, dripping down. Zelda herself undresses fully now, diving into the cold water. It feels heavenly, the cold against her hot sweaty skin. She starts to wash, taking the soap, scrubbing every inch of her arms, her legs, the water covering her to her collarbones. Her hands slide down her neck, her front. Touching the now cold breasts. She's very sensitive, the water tickling her, nipping softly at the white flesh— she stops herself. A light blue sponge has appeared in front of her. Without thinking she dives down, deep into the river. After a few seconds she reaches it, tears it of and comes back to the surface. It's small and blue and soft. She hurrys out of the water. In the warm afternoon sun her clothes already dried, only her dress hanging still wet from the tree, so she leaves it.
"I found it." Proudly holding the sponge up and waving it.
"Great." Miss Wardwell looks up shortly, then continuing to cook a piece of meat over the fire.
"Did you hunt that?" Zelda asks curiously, suddenly hungry. The other witch only nods. It got trapped in one of my slings.
They eat in quiet again.
After a while Zelda can't take it anymore.
"I'm going to bed." She slips away, to fetch her dress, then lying down next to the fire.
It's as dark as you could imagine. Only the fire lights up a small part of the forest. "Glad I have placed the protection spells." She thinks to herself. The a small owl appears, dropping a letter.
"Faustus", heart jolts, racing now. He thought of her, "praise Satan."
"Zelda, I don't think I'll see you again, you've proven to be a disappointment time after time, I'll need to take care of my heir and not your small little problems."
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