curse the tree and keep moving...
You walk for hours wondering how much further when a warm blink of light flashes before you. You wheel ,alert for attack, then stop and smile as you look at the creature..if you can call it that.
Its floating around a few inches in front of you...its radiance stroking your face. The sensation is extremely pleasurable. You slowly reach out to touch the dancing light but as you near it the light darkens and resumes again when you recoil.
You have no idea what this beautiful thing is but you trust it...then you vagually remember in a book you once read how it spoke of the 'Feu Follet' tiny globes of light that feed off positive emotions...
You speak to the light...
