“Hello.” The blob rasped, and stood up, revealing herself to be a young woman with red hair and dark eyes; covering herself with a green shawl.
Brie had managed to avoid falling off the bridge, but had stumbled back to a sitting position. Legs spread and propping herself on her hands, she made no response, save for staring with mouth agape.
“You frighten easily, child, yet you approach me?” The young woman leaned forward, but still towered over Brie.
“I heard you crying…” Brie said; standing up. She caught a hint of condescension at the word ‘child,’ and already didn’t like this strange woman.
The young woman’s somber expression didn’t change. “Why have you come, little one?” Her coarse voice sounded much older than her appearance.
“I ain’t little!” Brie didn’t understand the question, but didn’t like being called ‘little.’