She shakes her head, trying hard to remember. "I dont think so?!"

(That's good to hear!)

Puck jogged at her side, his gaze intense and worried, but he made no move to touch her. "If something is Calling, you have to go. It only gets more painful if you resist. Don't worry, though." He attempted a cheerful grin. "I'll be right behind you."

(Yup!)

She shakes her head, "Not as worried as I am confused!"

(Sorry, still being controlling)

She strode through the forest like she was on a mission, ignoring all but the greatest obstacles. She scrambled over rocks and fallen trees, charged headlong down gullies, and walked through brambles and briar patches. Puck followed close behind, his worried gaze at her back, but he didn't stop her a second time. And so they continued their mad rush through the forest, getting farther away from Tir Na Nog and deeper into unknown territory. Night was falling when the weird spell faded at last, and her feet stopped abruptly.

(Lol its fine.)

She sighed, looking around. "Gosh that took forever!"

It seemed they had stumbled onto some sort of village. Simple mud and thatch huts lay in a loose semicircle around a fire pit, which was empty and cold. Bones, animal skins, and half-eaten carcasses lay scattered about, buzzing with flies.

"Looks like an abandoned goblin village," Puck muttered. He looked down at Claire, smirking. "Made any goblins mad lately, Princess?"

She shrugs, "Probably."

"There you are," came a disembodied voice, from somewhere near the edge of the trees. "You are late. I was afraid you had gotten lost, or eaten. But, I suppose it is only human failing that is to blame for the loss of punctuality."

An old log lay in the shadows just outside the village border, dappled by moonlight. One moment, it was empty. Then, the moonlight shifted or something, and a large gray cat sat there, bottlebrush tail curled around his legs, regarding me with lazy golden eyes.

She frowned and glanced at Puck before back st the cat. "And what exactly are we doing here?"

Grimalkin blinked at Claire, looking much as he always did, long gray fur blending perfectly into the moonlight and shadows. He ignored her, completely absorbed in washing his front paw.

Puck grinned. "Hey, cat," he greeted with an airy wave. "Long time no see. I guess you're the one responsible for our little Death March?"

The feline yawned. "That is the last time I put a Summoning on a human," he mused, raising a hind leg to scratch his ear. "I could have taken a nap instead of waiting for you to finally show up. What took you so long, human? Did you walk?"