When Shenyo settled Lydia to the ground, the house was well underway to burning. Her concern was for the burns he had and the healer in her was more focused on that than the destruction of the building.<br/><br/>“The fire has begun its work and the dry rotten wood is perfect tinder.” She explained, trying to examine his arms. “I don’t need to help it along.”<br/>The groaning of the house could plainly be heard, even from the distance of the treeline where they stood. Lydia had never seen an animated house before. The twisting and turning reminded her of a witch who had been burned at the stake in one of her past lives. A high pitched wail, almost like the whistle of a tea kettle filled the air, causing her to cover her ears with her hands and bend over from the waist. The entire roof exploded into a shower of sparks and flame and the house began to crumple in on itself.<br/><br/>Taking Shenyo by the hand, she led him deeper into the forest.<br/><br/>“We don’t know if the entity that possesses that house will die with the building or if it will be let loose upon the world. But I don’t want to be too close when it is exorcised.”<br/><br/>The going wasn’t all that difficult compared to the places they had passed through coming here. Lydia noticed the vegetation was not as dense although lush. There weren’t as many rocks but the pathway was grassy underfoot. There was a lightness in the air and a few song birds were busy in the trees overhead. She noticed a thin trail that disappeared into the ferns.<br/><br/>“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” She told him. Lydia wanted to find someplace safe for them to stop so she could doctor his arm. The pain from the burns had to be horrendous, even though he was brave and didn’t complain. Parting the ferns, she saw a deer wallow and knew she had been correct  in her assumption.<br/><br/>Backing out, she called softly,<br/><br/>“Shenyo, come here. I need to see to those burns.”<br/><br/>