Kaida shrugged. "At least in a desert, we'd know which way is north, south, east, or west. Here, I can't see the sun well enough for that." She glanced around as she heard music playing, sounding similair to her own flute, although not as high-pitched, like a pipe she had once heard. She discovered its source was a little scarecrow. "Skull Child," she muttered, recalling pictures she had seen of the demon-poccessed child that had attempted to destroy Clock Town. She never liked those pictures, though through no fault of the artist. She just didn't like that time for Termina, and always felt it should be forgotten. All the discord and choas that had ensued, simply because the child had wanted someone to play with. It sickened her.
When Donovan moved to follow it, she grabbed his arm. "Don't," she hissed warningly. "We don't know where it could be leading us. It could be like those beasts you sometimes see in the swamp, who lead you through the mists at night, only for you to fall in the actual swamp and be sucked down, never to be seen again. While I doubt there's a swamp here, it's the same concept. If he wants us to go that way, we should go the opposite." Zarola simply lay down as she realized that their direction was going to be argued for a while.
When Donovan moved to follow it, she grabbed his arm. "Don't," she hissed warningly. "We don't know where it could be leading us. It could be like those beasts you sometimes see in the swamp, who lead you through the mists at night, only for you to fall in the actual swamp and be sucked down, never to be seen again. While I doubt there's a swamp here, it's the same concept. If he wants us to go that way, we should go the opposite." Zarola simply lay down as she realized that their direction was going to be argued for a while.

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