And, Bloddeuedd wandered through the first forest clearing, naked; and, she felt no unnatural sense of self-awareness regarding her state.
Her unnatural sensory organs felt that portentous sensation indicative of The Merlin’s presence behind her.
She could turn around to try to catch a glimpse of him.
That never worked, experience suggests.
Instead, she looks down at the meadow under her bare toes.
It feels crisp. Quite pleasing.
Her hair, freshly cleaned, contributes its newly found aroma to that which is already aired by the local fauna.
She hears the beatings of a large bird’s wings over her head.
She recalls how a demon and a dæmon are not the same thing.
But, sometimes, one is the other; and, it can be quite pleasing.
And, her brow somehow furrows while her eyes go wild and big.
Deep focus on what seems alarmingly terrifying.
That sound. That noise.
Echoing into silence as quickly as it came.
Unnaturally brief racket of an ungodly symphony.
She shakes at the hearing.
And, she realizes she has been holding her breath.
So, she exhales, inhales, waits a moment, and, makes a strange sign over her left shoulder, using the fingers of her hand.
She hears the click of a jaw going clenched.