That the sky was clouded was the first thing Pierrette noticed that morning, the day cool and listless compared to some of the scorching days past. She spent her morning and afternoon daydreaming of a summer rain, delighting in the fantasy of dewy grasses and wet earth. She would find herself wandering out towards the beaches and hills to look out
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"You have done quite an exceptional job getting up into the tree," Aragorn said, moving toward the base of the tree.
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As it was she barely glanced his way, shimming her way over branches that tugged and caught the soft linen of her skirt.
"There is only one exceptional thing in this place," she disagreed, her pace frantic. "And that is such cruel sorcery."
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"And indeed the island can be cruel many times. I do not know if it has anything like a mind, but if it does it is not a pleasant one. Do you need help?"
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Such sorcery was evil, and even her inquisitive nature found no joy in it.
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Pierrette.
"Pierrette? Is that you up there? You're far more nimble than I am."
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"Miss Helen," she said, finding another foothold and looking down towards the woman. "I am afraid of this place. Not even Ma would test me in this way."
And with that, she hauled herself up even further.
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"Would you like me to come up so we can talk about it? I can assure you, whatever it is, I won't let it hurt you."
Helen felt close to many of the young people on the island but Pierrette had a special place in her heart because of her gentle nature and her disconnect with the modern era and, as such, Helen was more than a little protective of her and her interests.
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"This is evil," she insisted, head jerking to stare back at the innocently hanging gown. "It is nothing but evil. Such a thing should not exist, not when I had burned it to ash long before I fell to this place. Surely this is work of the Christian Satan, for he mocks me of the memory."
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He sets aside his dismay and shades his eyes with a hand as he peers up at her. Or, at what of her he can see, which is mostly spindly legs and the flap of linen and lace.
"Be careful up there," he calls. For all he knows she's more at home in the trees than on the ground, but the sentiment remains.
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"If I were not already being careful, I would not be up here." She called, and began pulling herself up again. The wedding gown had not moved, and still hung on the branch above her like a crestfallen bird, crumpled and lost.
She hated it.
Thinking for a moment, she picked her handhold and called down a second time. "And what have I to fear? With you standing there you may break my fall."
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"I'm just going to stay here until you're safely back on the ground, if that's okay," he calls again, worry creasing his forehead. "It's nothing personal."
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"If you must," she allowed, but her words were mumbled as she straddled a large branch. The gown fluttered in a small gust of wind, hem and sash flapping in the breeze like a mocking flag, pretty and whimsical against the green of the flora.
Fresh tears stung at her eyes, and her mouth grew to a pinched and straight line. "If I were to fall," she wondered. "Would you do something for me?" It was an odd notion to humor, much less with a stranger, but the heaviness which hung on her heart told her to was crucial.
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"Hullo there," she greeted with a wave, tilting her head up towards the branches. "Enjoying a little climb then? It's been ages since I've climbed a tree and even then it wasn't well done."
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"What?" She questioned, heart thudding against her breastbone like a frenzied bird. "I enjoy nothing in this," she insisted, streaking her face with dirt when she wiped at her tears. "You should run from this place, an evil sorcery has come to it."
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The moment Annie saw the girl's tear streaked face she regretted what she had said. The smile that had been on her face faded away, replaced with concern and worry. It was never good to be sad and alone.
"Has it?" Perhaps encouraged by suggestion alone, a shiver ran down her spine and she looked over her shoulder quickly before looking back up at the girl. "What sort of sorcery?"
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"Nothing which has burned to ash should be reformed, and nothing which has been so tainted with evil should exist. This wretched thing was once an item of joy, now only pain and greed stains the very fibers of it. It is an omen of dangerous tides to come, this I feel."
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"Please," she rasped. "This is an evil thing, you should leave it. Such a sorcery has no place here and you should flee from it." The gown wafted gently, the satin of the sash shining fetchingly in a brief ray of sunlight. "It should not be here. It is a foul thing, one which was burned. Evil is taunting me, a cruel ploy is the only thing to bring it here."
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Her arms ached, and her fingers were sore and scratched. She pulled herself up farther, closer now still, and she knew with a few more she could reach out and grab it, even if she thought of touching the soft lace made her stomach churn. "Please allow me this, I am so close."
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