Aven drifted through her memories as Delos yanked her down the steps. She felt odd trailing after the little man and a bit guilty. Perhaps she should give Jareth a chance to explain, perhaps there was a reason why he acted the way he did, perhaps she had done something bad... Delos' jostling brought her back to the present.
"It's a spell! His snow is trying to affect you! Now come on before you collapse on me like a pile of soggy bread! If we hurry we can make it past the tree line and then we'll be safe!"
She blinked and carefully followed the goblin. It wasn't safe to think, if she thought then she would be pulled down by her emotions.
"Yes...lets get out of here," she agreed pulling her cloak tight against her skin so as to keep out the white flakes, "the snow makes me feel odd."
((off to post in the outskirt thread ok?))
