Bree was close enough to see, but not hear, when the man came out in the morning and witnessed the damage she'd done to his garden. She felt a little bad; she wasn't normally around to witness the distress her thieving caused. She wished the potatoes were enough for her to get the whole way out of this forest, but she had no real idea how much farther it was.
She felt even worse after he brought out some sort of... axe? Maybe? Or stave? And did something really creepy and obviously witch-esque to the garden. Her stomach did terrified flips in her gut as she watched him circle around it, doing something with the ax and... she wasn't sure. She couldn't tell. But it was completely fucked. She was completely fucked.
I stole potatoes from a witch, she thought, running hands against her tangled hair. Wasn't getting cursed once enough for me?!
She should get out of there. She knew she should. She should absolutely not continue to steal from the obvious witch in the middle of the abandoned woods. But... if she did, just took the potatoes and ran... She doubted she'd make it out of the forest alive. All she knew to do was head west. Would she run into more campers? She was willing to bet there wouldn't be any for at least as long as it'd been since saw the last one. How long had that been? Ten days? Fourteen?
Oh god, I'm gonna die or get cursed or get eaten by a witch which is also dying, Bree panicked. But what else could she do? She had to just keep mixing it up. She had to stay... one step ahead of the witch. He'd gone down the path yesterday. He was clearly going to be dealing with his garden for a while. She should head down the path and see what he'd been doing. She was willing to bet she'd find where he got those fish... a fishing spot. A potential source of food, and she'd slowed him enough to risk it.
She scurried down from the tree and bolted down the path, trying to balance speed with relative quietness. She came to a creek... too small to be a river. She paused. It looked a bit small to fish in, but maybe if she crafted a spear or... wait. Wait wait wait. That was a line! Weighed down with a rock, yes, there in the mud.
Grinning at her own sharp eye, she gave it a pull, and sure enough, pulled up a simple wicker fish trap. Well, 'simple,' but she could never have crafted anything like this in a million years. She allowed herself a moment to pause and admire the craftsmanship. If she could do this, maybe she wouldn't be starving out here in the woods like an idiot.
But the important part was that it had fish! It took her at least ten minutes of fucking around with the trap to figure out how to open it without breaking it--there was stealing, and then there was just being a dick--and get out not one but two relatively small but furious fish, which she just threw wholesale into her bag to suffocate in peace. She didn't have anything to re-bait the trap with, nor any idea how to even do that, but she managed to close it back up and put it back into the water, facing what she hoped was the correct direction. She had the other trap most of the way onto land when she heard footsteps. She paused, listening. YES SHIT THAT WAS FOOTSTEPS. She rolled the trap haphazardly back into the water and bolted across the creek, jumping from rock to rock with agility that hadn't yet been drained from her battered body. She vanished into the woods on the other side.
She felt even worse after he brought out some sort of... axe? Maybe? Or stave? And did something really creepy and obviously witch-esque to the garden. Her stomach did terrified flips in her gut as she watched him circle around it, doing something with the ax and... she wasn't sure. She couldn't tell. But it was completely fucked. She was completely fucked.
I stole potatoes from a witch, she thought, running hands against her tangled hair. Wasn't getting cursed once enough for me?!
She should get out of there. She knew she should. She should absolutely not continue to steal from the obvious witch in the middle of the abandoned woods. But... if she did, just took the potatoes and ran... She doubted she'd make it out of the forest alive. All she knew to do was head west. Would she run into more campers? She was willing to bet there wouldn't be any for at least as long as it'd been since saw the last one. How long had that been? Ten days? Fourteen?
Oh god, I'm gonna die or get cursed or get eaten by a witch which is also dying, Bree panicked. But what else could she do? She had to just keep mixing it up. She had to stay... one step ahead of the witch. He'd gone down the path yesterday. He was clearly going to be dealing with his garden for a while. She should head down the path and see what he'd been doing. She was willing to bet she'd find where he got those fish... a fishing spot. A potential source of food, and she'd slowed him enough to risk it.
She scurried down from the tree and bolted down the path, trying to balance speed with relative quietness. She came to a creek... too small to be a river. She paused. It looked a bit small to fish in, but maybe if she crafted a spear or... wait. Wait wait wait. That was a line! Weighed down with a rock, yes, there in the mud.
Grinning at her own sharp eye, she gave it a pull, and sure enough, pulled up a simple wicker fish trap. Well, 'simple,' but she could never have crafted anything like this in a million years. She allowed herself a moment to pause and admire the craftsmanship. If she could do this, maybe she wouldn't be starving out here in the woods like an idiot.
But the important part was that it had fish! It took her at least ten minutes of fucking around with the trap to figure out how to open it without breaking it--there was stealing, and then there was just being a dick--and get out not one but two relatively small but furious fish, which she just threw wholesale into her bag to suffocate in peace. She didn't have anything to re-bait the trap with, nor any idea how to even do that, but she managed to close it back up and put it back into the water, facing what she hoped was the correct direction. She had the other trap most of the way onto land when she heard footsteps. She paused, listening. YES SHIT THAT WAS FOOTSTEPS. She rolled the trap haphazardly back into the water and bolted across the creek, jumping from rock to rock with agility that hadn't yet been drained from her battered body. She vanished into the woods on the other side.
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