"One thing that you're not seeing is the fact that you keep confusing me over and over again with different scenes. I don't know what to make of them all. I seriously don't know."
He started. He should speak up and he had. Took a lot of efforts and well shaped thoughts to be able to agree with his instinct to do that after all which had happened to him.
They were seated under a tree. At the base of the large three, not far from the cave.
They were three. Himself, the witch and the little girl.
He had been quiet enough and had to speak since none of them would say shit.
The girl was in the prime of her childhood or teen. She was somewhat nine. But you could tell from the swiftness of her legs that she would be smarter even than a cheetah and probably, gazelle.
She was seated with her legs folded, tucked in each other. Opposite the two of them. She wasn't leaning on anything but was seated as though.