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They seem like bright girls. They do not need a guide for what is to come. They do not need to be taught the rules.
They need a protector.
So that is what you shall be. A mighty guardian. You shall watch over them from the forest, and see them safe to the end. Strong, mighty limbs. Long, fast legs, yes.
You shall stay on the side of the path and stop that which would harm them before it can violate your path, your protection. You follow as they start off down the trail, lighter-hearted than when they arrived. They move slowly down the trail, stopping several times to glance around.
"How did we miss this?" The doubtful one says, her words carrying clear to you now.
"I wonder?" Her companion replies, glancing around. She seems to be looking at the underbrush, looking for something. You're careful never to move when either of them are looking right at you, and with your longer limbs, it's easy to stay with them on the trail.
Several times, you... dissuade youkai and monsters from their plans. Sometimes, with a simple revelation of your presence -- most of them are aware enough to know you. The rest... well, fear and pain are a kind of belief, in the end. And they will remember it well.
As the three of you cross the first boundary on the path, passing the first of the markers laid down to show the way, the girls that you have taken under your aegis pause, whispering together about the border between the head of the trail and the first true leg of the Path.
Their chatter is minor, and you don't pay it much heed, in the end. Instead, you look ahead. What lives on this part of the Path, these days? Temptations? Fears?
...Hrm. It should be a fairly simple trial, you reflect, as the girls cross the first border, and commit themselves to walking the Path to the end.
The first ones always are.
"Do you feel like we're being watched, Mary?"
You watch, with consternation, as a figure steps from behind a tree, right at the side of the path. It's not the disrespect -- the being knows enough, you see, not to set foot within the Path, but simple annoyance with your own failure to detect it approaching.
"Good evening, girls." It says, its aspect that of a young man as it leans against a tree. "Having a nice walk?"
"Oh, yes." The purple one replies, amiably. "It's such a nice day, after all." The other simply stares at the man. You can't remember what that expression means...
"You're going the wrong way, you know." He advises them. The trees around you rustle, resentful of his implication. "You'll never get there on this path." He continues, smoothly. "If you just cut through the woods, here, you'll arrive much sooner." He waves an arm behind him. You'd remove him, but... The girls must make their own choice, in the end. You can't interfere with this directly. Not with the role you've chosen, not here.
You're disappointed as your favourite steps forward.
"Oh...?" She asks, dreamily. Her friend catches her by the shoulder.
"Hey, what are you doing?" She asks. "You can't be serious." The purple girl sways, confused.
"What? But... it's quicker, right?"
"Of course it is." The man murmurs, "Just this way, follow me." And the dark one, the doubter, she's not nearly enspelled enough by his words to miss the fact that he doesn't actually move, as he changes positions.
A human once described that sort of motion as surreal, you recall, and the girl is clearly disturbed by it.
"What the...?" Her tone wavers. "Merry, come on." She tugs her along, trying to continue on the path. "This isn't right."
"But he seems so trustworthy...?" Purple mutters, sounding disappointed.
"You can't be serious." Doubt seems to be at an impasse.
[ ] Encourage them to move along.
[ ] Warn it off.
[ ] There are things in the woods.