"Oooohhhh~" Lucille inhaled, deeply, images seeming to dance before her eyes; To witchsight, night was day, but the touch of the moss...Of the *spores*...on her flesh- It was making the lovely witch *hot*. She steered clear of the obvious traps the best she could, pressing ever deeper with each step...But the air was becoming thicker, almost cloying, and she was beginning to lose her bearings as half-imagined laughter echoed in her ears...<br/><br/>"Come to me," she whispered, feeling a tingle~ Not *quite* heat- that brought color to her face, that made her *shiver*, just a little...But as the laughter grew louder, it was all she could do to keep walking, the first droplets of sweat beading on her flesh...She shook that lovely blonde head as violet leather creaked, a trifle dizzily, trying to keep her footing...*and* her thoughts despite the haze that was falling over her vision!