Trouble is as a trouble does, when it's on a troubled mind
Reasons come and reasons will go when the blind are followin' the blind
This was precisely how Otem knew that life wasn't just one big grand story. Or that if it was, she wasn't the main character. If she had been, the monster would have fallen into her trap. It would have pounced near one of the sprites she would have made, and then she could have attacked it and flew off with her victory.
But none of that happened, because as Taylor Swift once sang, I'm not a Princess and this ain't a fairly tale.
Otem was just going to have to do better.
If the creature wasn't going to come to her, then she should go to it. Sort of anyways.
Wings still beating, Otem closed her eyes and focused on her magic. An earth sprite appeared before her, looking like somesort of anthropomorphic tree hung in mid air. Guiding it towards herself, Otem tried to rub against the creature to cover it in her scent. Otem didn't want to be anywhere near the ground when the creature came for her, but that didn't mean her scent couldn't be there. Lowering herself slightly to move her sprite onto the ground, Otem directed the summoned creature to begin to move through the bushes at will. Otem kept her mouth closed, assuming that if the creature sensed that her body odour and voice were coming from two different places, that something was likely amiss. But in order for her trap to work, she had to be low enough to the ground to keep her sprite within magical range. Could the Magnus Metus jump this high? She had no idea, nor did she know if the beast would be lured in by her trap.
Green Labyrinth
