The Witte Wieven turned and began moving, their walk akin to gliding. Their white dresses dragged behind them. Dasha got up and followed, careful to remain two metres behind. The mist seemed to part around them. The Witte Wieven were able to control the mist to some degree.
How strange.
'The design of the redwoods over the land is like a large-scale magic circle. I don't think I'm wrong about that. And the Will-o'-wisps, they were the guardians. So what are Witte Wieven here for? In some of the stories I read, the appearance of the Witte Wieven was very rare. Just based on intuition, it's a one in a million chance. They co-exist with the Will-o'-wisps but for what reason? Why does one not hunt the other?'
The mist around him continued to part as the women walked.
'Is it possible they've been fighting for control over the mist? Is that it? But why not kill each other?'
Faintly, he heard a voice.
