Skyclad Observer, Part 2

It happened. 

I wasn't sure when, or how exactly it happened… and it happened so seamlessly, like a soft gentle breeze subtly blowing, I never even knew it was happening, until inch by inch, I saw myself move away from the mud and dirt, and I followed.

In a single constant direction I was kept funneled through - and that direction was forward. If I tried to deviate, try to steer myself off course… well, that problem solved itself, because I just simply couldn't if I tried. 

In here, I had no will, I had no say. In here, once more, I just watched.

That small little girl shambling, stumbling over yonder, huffing and puffing, dragging heavy feet across the glutinous mud that threatened to trip her once more and sink her deep.

Hovering closely to the side, I was her invisible, intangible traveling companion.