As Sybbyl huddled against Dain to block the cold Dain noticed her lithe and small frame. He remembered it from somewhere but he didn't know from where.
She noticed this. "So you do know me?" She said.
"I think I remember you but I don't know from where..." Dain replied.
"That would be the effects of becoming a Morte, they tend to lose a bit of memory but usually it comes back... usually." Said Sybbyl.
"Then would you mind refreshing it since you seem to know so much." Replied Dain bitterly.
"Well seeing as you are under my boot on this subject I think I can divulge a small bit of information to wet your appetite." Sybbyl said arrogantly. "But first I want a fire built."
"Ugh... fine but only if it will get me answers..." Said a irritated Dain as he stood up and walked off to find sticks.
As Dain walked away he noticed something out of the corner of his eye, a figure dressed in black appeared quickly and vanished just as fast. He stopped for a moment to look to the area where the figure had vanished. Then he continued to look for the sticks required to start the fire.
Back at the small cave Sybbyl sat huddled in the most sheltered part of the cave hoping for Dain's timely return. As she did so she reflected on the past weeks events concerning Dain. She thought of how she pulled him from the blaze and was commanded by Ms. Hill to use the symbol she had taught her on the man, who she later identified as Dain, but as Sybbyl did this she realized one thing, she didn't know what the symbol would do. She knew that the symbol could turn a frog into a cat and vice versa but she did not know what it would do to a dead cadaver. Nevertheless she used the symbol on the corpse and waited for results... and waited and waited. Until today when on her way to inspect the late Dain's grave she ran into the man or should she say Morte himself. At that fact is the reasoning for her fainting, she had done something only the Coven mother had done. She had made a Morte rise from his grave. At this thought she shuddered, what would the sisters think? Would they do anything to her? It seemed only time will tell. But as she said this she noticed a familiar figure staggering up the hill with a bundle of sticks and firewood.
"If you would please start the fire." Sybbyl said through chattering teeth.
After Dain had done so she asked him to sit down and proceeded to relay the story of the past week to him, along with every gruesome detail about the fire.
As she said this however there was another set of small dark eyes listening and watching the two.
