The Bird and the Wyrm

A chill went down Misha’s spine.

"How do you know that’s what she is?" he asked. He trusted Bran, but he also found it hard to believe that the sad woman he’d met earlier that day would have such evil intentions.

"Intuition," replied Bran. He could tell Misha wasn’t satisfied with that response. "I’ll explain more to you later, promise."

Misha bit his lower lip and nodded. While he had his doubts, he was also very aware that he wasn’t the best judge of character, especially not when all this supernatural stuff was in the mix.

"What now?" he asked.

"Now, you head back home," said Bran, plucking the compass jar from Misha’s hand.

"What?"

"It’s more dangerous than I thought it would be and I don’t want to make any more mistakes. Do you know the way back?"

Trusting Bran’s judgement that the woman was a gui that likes to kidnap children was one thing, but letting him push him out of the equation was not something Misha would stand for.

"No," he said. "I’m helping."

"Misha."