“Are you going to tell me what is happening?” Ayla asked the question with a calm intensity as she ushered Vix into her cottage.
“Nothing is happening,” Vix said. “We are waiting for you to be ready to travel.”
Ayla’s lips thinned. “Do not play verbal games with me. You know perfectly well what I am asking. I know there is something amiss.”
“She doesn’t know what’s going on!” The traveler exclaimed, appearing all of a sudden from under the table. She proceeded to dance all about Ayla, kicking her legs out at the knee in a stiff-legged jig. “She doesn’t know nothing at all!”