She almost had to turn back more than once, the old overgrown path blocked by fallen trees or a tangle of brambles. But the doll reminded her that it was alright to climb trees, if she needed to--though she didn't say how odd it was that such good wood was lying here unharvested to rot--and that the season meant the brambles were overflowing with fruit.
She hadn't brought anything with her to hold berries, but the doll laughed, just a little, and held up the edges of her pretty skirt like a basket, smiling up at Vasilisa.
Who felt a little better, after the doll's skirt was full to brimming and she'd eaten about as many in the picking.
They were sitting with Vasilisa's back to one of the trees, the doll perched on one of her outstretched legs, when a flashing light skimmed along the ground some distance away in the trees, and vanished again as soon as Vasilisa turned her head to look at it.
Biting her lips, she looked down at the doll, then picked her up, careful of the berries, and settled her back in the bag before she stood up, and turned to follow the light.
She couldn't forget why she was out here--people who did that in the stories tended not to come back out of the woods.
She almost had to turn back more than once, the old overgrown path blocked by fallen trees or a tangle of brambles. But the doll reminded her that it was alright to climb trees, if she needed to--though she didn't say how odd it was that such good wood was lying here unharvested to rot--and that the season meant the brambles were overflowing with fruit.
She hadn't brought anything with her to hold berries, but the doll laughed, just a little, and held up the edges of her pretty skirt like a basket, smiling up at Vasilisa.
Who felt a little better, after the doll's skirt was full to brimming and she'd eaten about as many in the picking.
They were sitting with Vasilisa's back to one of the trees, the doll perched on one of her outstretched legs, when a flashing light skimmed along the ground some distance away in the trees, and vanished again as soon as Vasilisa turned her head to look at it.
Biting her lips, she looked down at the doll, then picked her up, careful of the berries, and settled her back in the bag before she stood up, and turned to follow the light.
She couldn't forget why she was out here--people who did that in the stories tended not to come back out of the woods.
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It's still buggering creepy. Especially here.
the doll laughed, just a little, and held up the edges of her pretty skirt like a basket, smiling up at Vasilisa.
And this line is just awesome.
She couldn't forget why she was out here--people who did that in the stories tended not to come back out of the woods.
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*draws little heart-marks around the line.*
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