Snippet #1735781

Aside from the subtle shift in the murkiness of the room, the light went largely unnoticed by Whisper. Such changes were easily accounted for by shifts in the clouds and the moonlight outdoors. Instead she closed her eyes and let her fingers play across the staff once more.

However, her concentration was disrupted by a spike of fear and anxiety that filled her thoughts. It wasn't her own though, no this came from another. Perhaps she should have been cautious, but the gypsies had met her with only kindness. Leaning the staff against the wall she rose to her feet and gently parted the curtain that separated the back area of the caravan from the rest.

The caravan had been abandoned, save for her. Forsaking caution further she carefully opened the front door of it and stepped outside. The fear was there in the back of her throat, but beneath it, her own emotions were calm, confused perhaps, but calm.

Closing the door quietly behind her, she hugged her arms around herself against the chill of the night air, her eyes casting about for the source of the her confusion. The gypsies had retired for the night though, and she found only silence, and darkness.