The woods are quiet. That's how it's always been, that's how it will always be. Zelda keeps marching along the path, her dress riding up every few steps, so she keeps pulling it down. She is most definitely not dressed for a long hike, but no one told her, this morning, when she got dressed, that this would be what she'd do. Actually she had expected Faustus to come along for tea, so she carefully selected a dress showing of her curves. Thank god she wore her flat shoes, in heals she would not have made is this far. "Oh god, Faustus. Her thoughts wander back to him,"his long slender hands, grabbing her hair with force." She should let him know that she's not home or otherwise he'd be in great danger, if he'd show up to her home. She takes a mental note to get a letter so him, in a break. "Oh I Hope we do breaks..." she winces.
She turns around to talk to the dark witch behind her, but she's gone. Looking around she sees her, walking directly into the woods, off the path. "Excuse me, where do you think you are going?" Rushing to her she steps on sticks and dried leafs. The brunette turns slowly around. "Oh you know. Woman's business." She answers slyly, watching Zelda turn pink. "Oh..." Zelda stammers, "well than I'll let you get to it..." she turns around awkwardly and steps back to the track. That will be another thing she does not look forward to. Waiting for a few minutes she sits down at a nearby tree trunk. "Faustus", she notes on a small piece of paper, "our house has been possessed by a demon, please don't come near it. I am taking care of it, i miss you and I think i will need a whipping session, if I'll come back.-" the piece of paper gets ripped out of her fingers, after a short while a high pitched laugh fills the air. "Whips?" Miss Wardwell cackles, " oh you are one of the kinky ones, aren't you? Who knew."
"Oh no, that's not what you think." Zeldas skin turns from a light apricot to bright red. "It's a method of confession. You see," she stops and ties the piece of paper to a bird. "Get this to the high priest." She commands.
"Yeah whatever you'll call it, sweetheart." Miss Wardwell, raises her eyebrows.
"Mrs Spellman, if we could continue our journey, I'd be happy to say, that's we've achieved about twenty percent of today's walk." "It's Miss actuall." Zelda says quietly, looking down. "I'm not married." "Oh I thought you and that high priest of yours were. So it's an affair. Even more kinky. I see." They start walking again. "It's not-" but she stops herself. Maybe it is like that. They've kissed. She thinks about him constantly, and he? He's showed her interest, yes. Maybe it is kind of kinky, to whip each other's backs, but she'd never tell that to the dark witch. "It's none of your business." She snaps and keeps walking.
The sun rises steadily over the trees and minute by minute it gets hotter and hotter. A light mist of sweat has formed on her skin, letter her dress stick to her legs now, instead of riding up. After walking in silence for a few hours she collapses onto the ground. "I need some water and a break please. " she takes of the backpack, waiting for the other witch to settle in. "Sure, we can spare a few minutes." Miss Wardwell sits down, one legs against the other one. It's actually unfair, how put together she looks. Not one strand of hair curls in the heat, her locks of brown hair falling down in waves. She's not even sweating. Zelda can't say this for herself, she feels drenched, in sweat. "Why did I wear this goddamn undergarment", she curses herself. The silky underdress is adding so much heat, she wants to ripp it of her skin, but can't because the other witch is watching her closely. Her hair curls even mor under the moisture from the trees, making her probably look like a total mad person. After drinking a few sips, they keep going. It's even harder to walk after the break. "Tomorrow we will stop following this path and we will have to comb the woods following this river, down to The Valley." Miss Wardwell points to a tiny gimps of water, just barely visible. " Zelda just nods once, saving her breath for the walk. Slowly the path lead them near the water. It's late when they get to the waters. Plopping down, she lets out a heavy breath. "I am not made for this." She thinks, helping unpack, casting a few protection spells over the place. They pull up the tends, lighting a fire and sitting down. "I'll go to sleep, Zelda says shortly after the dinner they had prepared, consisting of a can of soup and bread. Writing another note to Faustus, she curls to a small little ball in her sleeping bag. "I hope you are alright." She kisses the paper. I wish I could sent Sabrina a note as well." She wispers to herself "Goodnight Spellman."
Waking up in the middle of the night she hears a noice. After a few moments she's wide awake. "Miss Wardwell?" She wispers, but in the darkness she can't see her. Again she calls quietly for the other witch, not receiving an answers again. She gets out of her sleeping bag. Miss Wardwell bag is empty. Looking around she spots a fitted blouse lying on the ground. "Oh god, she's been taken by a bear, I am all alone now, we will all die." A few feet next to the blouse she finds Miss Wardwells pants. A trail of clothes lead up to the river. And there in the moonlight she swims in the dark, her bra handing from a tree. Zelda stands behind the tree, staring at the milky white skin unter the silvery light, not being able to tare her eyes away from it. After a few moments, the figure starts coming closer, swimming towards the shore. Her shoulders emerge from the water, little drops of sparkle running down and towards- before she can see anything she does CLEARLY not want to, Zelda runs back, carefully not to be seen, getting back into her sleeping back. When she hears footsteps she pretends to be sleeping. She angrily pushes her head into the ground, shaking the image out of her mind.