This couldn't be right. This didn't seem like someone kidnapped... more like someone transfixed, someone who knew what they were doing. It seemed like a natural process.<br/><br/>"Miss...!" She called again, loosening her grip on her bow and holding it passively at her side as she moved forward in a kind of light jog. "Miss, are you...?" Closer now, almost close enough to touch. Was this a terrible idea? Had she gone the wrong way? Was she about to be caught in some kind of Tangle ritual that she wouldn't get out of? Ziah's mind raced as she reached out towards the girl's shoulder.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>