Kate looked to Kitty, hoping that her sister had a better understanding of what seemed to be going on around them than she did herself. The more she looked at the spot where the other two women were, or had been, the harder it was to focus on. It was similar to looking fully at a pinprick of light, it was always brighter from the corner of one's eye. She wanted to believe there was a simple enough explanation for it, but for the moment it would simply add to the pile of unanswered questions the night had brought.<br/><br/>The young girl's pressence, at least, was vibrantly clear and she seemed to be the friendliest of the three, even if she spoke in odd connotations. Kate looked to her sister again and reached out beneath the table, searching for Kitty's hand more to gain reassurance for herself than to offer any. She was starting to wonder if it was safer within the cottage than out in the strange wilderness above ground.<br/><br/>"Are you expecting other visitors?" she called out to the girl, whose back was turned away as she rummaged through a drawer. However, turning around it wasn't the young woman but the middle aged who returned to the table, complete with the large hat atop her head.<br/><br/>"Expecting them? No, they're uninvited to be sure," the woman spoke grimly. "The gift of age gives one a certain knack to see what's coming before it does." Elsewhere in the room came a raoucous laugh which could only have belonged to the hooded crone. "Here then, best to face your trials on a full stomach." She stuck two spoons into the soup bowl and slid it toward the twins, settling down at the table across from them.<br/><br/>Kate reached out tentatively for one of the spoons, lifting a mouthful of steaming broth up before her lips and blowing softly on it. Her hunger was no longer outweighing her apprehension, despite how delicious the concoction smelt.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>