Erybelle: Carry on to collect the catmint.

From Create Your Own Story

You decide you're just being a scaredy cat like always. Maple would never turn around, even if she were scared. She's always been there for you whenever you need her, now it's your turn to do something for her, though you still can't shrug off that something is off today.

You hurry past the buildings that all seem to be closed up. It's Sunday so nearly everyone's made their way down to the Church for Mass already, but you expected at least a few stragglers to still be hanging about in the streets or some travellers making their way through town... A bird screeches as you near the church, the tips of it's spires just barely visible over the fog, making it more seem more frightening than comforting. You glance overhead and freeze in place.

In a drooping tree sits a red-tailed hawk, eyeing you curiously as it opens it's beak again to call to you. A bad omen. The birds are often seen at funerals, mourning the death of children, or perhaps mocking them. You want to tell it to go away but your voice refuses to come out for some reason. No, no, no! You can't let Maple down, she's waiting on you to come back!

You repeat her name to yourself like a mantra as you bend down to the moist earth, just underneath the stained glass window. You pluck off several flower heads and begin piling them into your basket when you begin to overhear words.

"...temptation into sin..." "...burn them with fire..." "...wives of the devil..."