eighth swirl ; video

[ypnotism]

[ Molly, after a lot of effort, has broken off a branch from a tree. When she falls out of said tree, she lays on the ground for a while before pushing herself up and shaking her curls free of leaves. To even her, it's strange that she's not complaining, or wishing she was home, or talking. She stares at the branch and slams it down into the ground, twisting it a little in the dirt, before she makes a big X to the side of the path. She remembers a few books she's read about the Minotaur, and how they got out of mazes by using a long string to mark the passageways. She has no string, so she has to mark it other ways. With that stick in hand, and a determined glint in her eye, she's dragging it down the pathway as she walks, Sphere rolling around with her. After a while, though, she stops, and rubs her eyes. ]

My head really hurts. Really hurts... [ she mutters, going from rubbing her eyes to the back of her head, since she fell on it. Molly brushes a bit of dirt off of her cheek before going back to drawing the line in the dirt. ]

Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree...