only /you/ can prevent wildfires
Every once in a while, people will come and go, leaving their indents in the milky winter beneath their feet. She'll notice their figures between forestry and hear them wreak their noise before disappearing, silhouettes in the distance. Why did she have to get stuck with a grown child who found fear in everything? Anything could have happened to her, and she was stuck searching to and fro for a woman would blended into the wall on a normal day. Great.
She's cold, irritable. What was even the point of this? She's not one for children's games, no matter the stakes. Her bed seemed far nicer in comparison to a tree, despite being a human-tree hybrid thing. Sorry, trees.
Another shadow broke the pitch horizon, this time in her imminent path. At first she actually hopes it's Haku, just to stop this incessant mess, but as it grows closer it proves too short by a large margin to be her. Wonderful.
Maggie begins to encroach herself, mindlessly. When her eyesight kicks into gear, she finds herself lurching back, wanting them to unsee everything. There was no Tuls, this was no illusion. And she was livid.
❝ Of course you'd show up! Ugh, there's no getting rid of you! ❞