Oliver was so thrown by her behavior that he nearly missed the name. “The Mirrorwood? Is that where we are?” he asked, desperate for more information.
“Oh, yes. But I can’t help but wonder... Ollie. How did you get in here?”
There was something about Zarine’s tone of voice that made Oliver hesitate. But he could not think of any good reason not to tell. “I came from Willow Town. It’s to the east... I think. I ran all over through this forest before I ran into you, so who knows how...”
Suddenly, Zarine snorted with laughter, cutting Oliver off. “Oh, from the east, was it? That makes sense, yes, perfectly!” She choked and clapped a hand over her mouth, shaking her head and giggling as though he had made some uproariously funny joke. Her laugh was as bizarre as everything else about her, a rough, choking sort of noise.
Oliver pursed his lips, bothered by Zarine’s constant changes in mood. His nerves were already frayed to the breaking point without her help.