[Disengaging from La Llorona, Hazel looks around to assess where North might be. She hears the whispers and, in her peripheral vision, sees the wisps floating through an opening in the hedge.]
North it is.
[She nods at his instructions, dropping her hooks which disappate into the same lacy wisps they formed from. And that's as much warning as he gets before she takes off into a sprint, running as if guided by something.]
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North it is.
[She nods at his instructions, dropping her hooks which disappate into the same lacy wisps they formed from. And that's as much warning as he gets before she takes off into a sprint, running as if guided by something.]