Whisperer of the Imaginary.

Escapee.

[ CHAPTER .. 3 ]

Carmilla was shivering, ' Mara? ' Carmilla looked at Mara, she was more diffident than usual.

' Mara? ' She whispered, ' Ah, yes Carmilla? ' Mara smiled softly. 

' Aren't you cold Mara? Mother's gown is thin. ' Carmilla said worryingly. 

Mara shook her head, ' It is best you keep the coat, I am not shivering Carmilla. ' 

The snow crunched below Carmilla's boots as Mara was bare-foot.

' I am truly worried for you... ' Carmilla huffed. ' No reason to worry Carmilla. ' 

 ' I have more body warmth than regular people. ' Mara elucidated, ' So i'm ok. ' 

They walked towards the forest, Carmilla observed the squirrel running past. 

' Carmilla, look! ' Mara shouted, Carmilla eyed the town below them. 

It appeared they were on a high hill. Mara was full of excitement for a odd reason.

Carmilla turned, looking at where they were. It was a mental institute. 

' Mara, why were we at, " Goldfall's Institute? " ' Carmilla asked. 

' Carmilla.. They put us in tag jail! '. Mara giggled. 

' You think so? Were we really that slow? ' Carmilla frowned.

' They were just too fast for us, anyhow. Let's go to that town below. ' Mara gazed over.

They both climbed down the hill, Mara rolling in the snow. ' Carmilla! Roll down here! ' 

Carmilla snickered, ' Coming! ' Carmilla jumped, rolling in the snow, laughing. 

' Over there Carmilla! ' Mara held Carmilla's hand and tugged on it.

' Where? ' Carmilla glanced over where Mara was pointing, it was a bakery.

' Let us be furtive.. We can sneak a biscuit if we are lucky! ' Mara suggested.

Carmilla and Mara, hand in hand, sneaked to the back door. 

They peeked inside, a warm oven, a faucet, hissing with hot water.

The scent of warm pastries filled Carmilla's mind. ' Ah... ' 

' Now, now! Don't slobber, we need to get in first. ' Mara said.

They crept in, the baker had a forlorn expression on his face.

' Say, can't we just ask and go for the front door? ' Carmilla felt bad for the baker.

' What's the joy in that? '  Mara shrugged, chuckling. 

' Well, ok.. ' Carmilla and Mara watched as the baker went to the supplies room.

Mara tip-toed towards the soft garlic loaf, as she picked it up, a bag of potatoes split. 

' RUN! ' Carmilla shouted, Mara sprang up, carrying the loaf in one arm, in the other hand,—Mara scampered over.

The baker returned, furious, surly. ' WHO TOOK ME POTATS?! ' He yelled. 

Carmilla felt ashamed, for the baker had barely any customers, probably not even making a— coin.

The baker turned to the back door which Mara and Carmilla were still peeping out of. 

' you, RASCALS! ' The baker ran over with rage. ' Carmilla follow me! ' Mara took her hand.

They both scurried.