When the weasel's tail disappeared back into the bushes Varvara relaxed some, and slowly shifted her singing. She changed it from the entrancing one to normal singing, since it looked like the weasel wouldn't attack anymore.
Varvara backed up few steps, and stopped singing. The sounds of the night immediately attacked her, crickets and nocturnal birds and an occasional splash from the lake.
Without waiting Varvara turned into fog, her clothes falling to the ground. Her mind immediately wanted to wander but Varvara forced her mind to stay focused. She turned and flew away, towards the dorms. She had left her room's window open just in case. Maybe she'd go see Tristan after she had put on some new clothes, and tell him aboit this encounter.
Varvara backed up few steps, and stopped singing. The sounds of the night immediately attacked her, crickets and nocturnal birds and an occasional splash from the lake.
Without waiting Varvara turned into fog, her clothes falling to the ground. Her mind immediately wanted to wander but Varvara forced her mind to stay focused. She turned and flew away, towards the dorms. She had left her room's window open just in case. Maybe she'd go see Tristan after she had put on some new clothes, and tell him aboit this encounter.