“'Oy!”

The woman looked up and around briefly, which seemed to Calypso a good sign. However, faced with a waif that seemed only half real, shifting in and out of her perceptions on top of everything else she'd seen, the woman was too spooked to heed anything Calypso might have said. ”'Ey! No' that way!'

But once again Calypso found herself forced to watch another flee to her death, the way they all went. With a sigh, she entertained the idea of snaring the next one till he or she would listen to reason, but that would likely end in damage to someone, or in scaring them even more. Abandoning that idea, Calypso folded herself back onto the floor, letting her sight follow the woman into the forest, another reminder that she couldn't seem to help anyone in this cocked up place. As she sighed, a coil of hair lifted and snaked around to tap her lightly on the cheek till she lifted a hand, fingers spread, for it to twine around, much as a cat affectionately winds through its person's legs.

The vegetation was thick where she was sitting, slightly off to the left of the path, inside of the indoor forrest. She could hear the stream burbling not too far off and could see the light of the sun filtering in from the huge panes of glass that made up the domes. The domes were easily a 100 feet high, and she had counted seven of the domes in all, soaring upwards to allow the sunlight to stream into the octagonal room that held the garden forest. It would have been lovely if it weren't for the dangers that Calypso knew to lurk behind every nook and cranny.

In a way, Calypso was glad that none of her gang had ended up here with her, knowing what happened to everyone what could be seen here, and even some's who couldn't, but if only there were someone to talk to...dodgy gits she'd come through with, but at least they could see her. And at least they'd had some sense of comraderie, stuck here together, trying to help each other. Wasn't much, but for a bunch of grimy street shadows and a rat-speaker (so Pepper had claimed, anywhich) the act of relying on people you didn't trust while still looking out for yourself first was not unfamiliar territory. But Pepper and Kip...they'd got lost or dead or whatever what, two days ago? Five? Ten? Calypso couldn't remember.

She'd tried keeping track, giving a bit of leaf or stick of something to one coil of her hair for each day she thought passed since they'd got here, but it kept passing the bits along. So she wandered this crazy place, nicking food where she found it, using her second sight almost more than her own eyes. The ghostly gits didn't seem to see her at all, and everything else so far she'd dodged, even whatever it was in the forest, though her hair did launch a few well-aimed rocks in her defense. So she was fed, cleaned when she bothered to look for water, and still whole and alive, but as she sat hunched there, with only her hair for company, Calypso really couldn't figure out what it benefited her. Just watching another person die while she longed to reach back and feel the rough, soot-and-grime bricks against her back that meant home.

As Calypso sat there, the woman rounded the second bend and so far the trees had remained quiet. Maybe this one wouldn't fall prey to the killer trees after all, maybe the trees were satiated, but that would assume there was a reason to their madness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw some of the high foilage ruffling from the top down, whatever it was had likely been at the stream, and if it didn't change course she knew that she would be in it's path. ...whatever it was.

Aware of her precarious location, Calypso unfolded gracefully from the ground, deciding her best course of action. It really wasn't worth expending any more of her sight on whatever creature was coming; she hadn't found anything yet that she actually wanted to meet. Instead, a sense of curiosity, and a certain fellow feeling in still being alive in this place, led her to shadow the other woman, far enough back to be inconspicuous, but close enough to perhaps offer some help to the other woman should she need it.

A curious vine snaked out toward Calypso, but a few locks of The Hair twined together and bent around, gently herding the vine back into the surrounding wall of shrubbery. A near miss had taught both Calypso and her wild locks that any perceived violence upon the foliage earned some unpleasant retribution. Staying on the path and alert for any hostile inhabitants, Calypso made her way deeper into the forest, familiar enough to feel confident of her own survival, but never at ease.

Calypso traveled the first forty feet of the path with relative ease, she'd been up and down it a dozen times and had never run into any trouble. Her senses were tuned into her surroundings and she could tell that whatever was rustling was continuing on its path and hadn't changed its course to hunt her. As she neared the first bend in the path she slowed up a bit as she walked the next forty feet, where she came to a pause. Her ill ease served her well as she saw the enormous killer trees on each side of the path, they had just let the woman pass through them.

As she approached the trees, Calypso slowed, stopping just out of their range. It interested her that the trees let the other woman pass with barely a rustle. Normally they would frighten even those they didn't attack, just to be mean. At least that was what Calypso figured.

Whether it was just her imagination or reality, it seemed as though they shifted a bit to take note of her. It was as if they could see her more easily than the woman could, the woman that was still oblivious to her presence. The woman was about sixty feet in front of her, just about to round the next bend in the path, and escape the dangerous killer trees. ...but Calypso knew that she might come back, she didn't know what lay around that bend, but whatever it was had scared many people right back into the clutches of the killer trees.

She jumped back half a step when she noticed that she had the trees' collective attention. Although she kept her eyes on the treacherous foliage, she could feel The Hair snaking out, gathering sharp stones off the path should it need to defend her. Calypso let her sight out, following the woman around the bend, hoping to get a glimpse of what was past the trees, stubborning refusing to imagine what could be more terrifying than the killer branches.

After making sure that she was well out of the reach of the closest tree, Calypso fell into her trance as she reached out with her sight to follow the other woman. The girl seemed a bit frightened, her blond pony tail swishing one way and then the other as she carefully kept watch of her surroundings. She'd successfully rounded the corner and was on her way down another long path, both sides surrounded by lush trees.

Calypso's body remained in stasis as her eyes easily followed the girl. She continued to make significant progress without incident, but she was reaching a point in her travel, that if Calypso didn't follow, she would be unable to help her quickly if the need arose.

Calypso frowned as the girl moved out of range of her help, but did not follow any further. The way she figured, if she got in range of those trees while they were looking at her, she'd probably be no help to anybody, and besides, most of the people that got that far turned and ran back to where she was anyway, and that's when they got snapped. Although it irked her to sit still she knew it was safest if only her sight, and not her body, continued to follow the girl.

The sight drifted along the path, not far behind the pretty woman. The woman looked behind her several times as though she could feel that she was being followed, but each time she'd bring her gaze forward again to watch the foliage that loomed on either side of the moss covered stones. Calypso could almost feel how alive the woman's skin was from her nerves, in a way, Calypso's presence was more with the woman far down the path than her physical body was. The concentration needed for her to use her sight, made her oblivious to the approaching humans from behind.

Calypso growled under her breath. Of all the people that would have to notice her presence trailing behind. 'G'wan with ye,' she thought in exasperation, willing with the woman ahead. Absorbed as she was in her task, Calypso didn't register The Hair rising up en masse behind her.