Oh, I don't think so, [ she muses, amiably enough, but her words do have a point, ] you are the one leading me further into darkness, toward a location I am sure you have chosen and vetted for your own preferences.

[ still, the curve and natural cadence of her gait, prowling and oddly balletic as it may be, seems relaxed enough as they make their way toward the clearing. wanda knows he means no harm.

—still. for both their sakes, she reaches out with her mind into the treeline for any unwanted company, eyes familiarizing themselves with the shapes and shadows of their surroundings. once satisfied, she lays her lantern by her feet and faces him a few paces away. ]

So. How should we begin our show and tell?