Jessalyn - Spring Land - Raven

Apparently Raven heard the giggling too because she called for whoever it was to show themselves. In fact she called them Nymphs. Jess' mind immediately searched for anything she could remember about Nymphs. Only two things came to mind: minor female nature deity and sex. They were very popular in Greek mythology as concubines to various gods. They were unpredictable, which made them scary and dangerous.

Lysander growled, on guard from the mysterious things he didn't understand and hence didn't like. Since Jessalyn was blind she relied more on her hearing than anything else and, as she had with the being from before, noted a hint of danger behind the childlike singing of the creatures. If she had been able to see them she would no doubt have been taken in by their beauty and not listen carefully to their song, but since she couldn't she paid attention to the words. And the words were enough to make her heart race with fear.

She turned frantically, them spinning in a circle around her disorienting her. She tried to move away but couldn't tell which way to go.
[color=00aeef]"Raven?" [/color]she asked faintly, wondering where her protector had gone. Had she left her here with these creatures?
Then the words changed to the famous Ring Around the Rosie, which Jessalyn had never liked. How could one like a song about children who had died? Where had these creatures learned it?

When one of them wanted her to dance with them Jess's breath caught in her throat. Her mind went to one of her favorite poems Goblin Market:

[i]We must not look at goblin men
We must not buy their fruits,
Who knows upon what soil they fed,
Their hungry thirsty roots...
[/i]

Her first impulse was to strongly reject the creatures, but she feared angering them. She didn't know where Raven had gone, if she had abandoned her or not. Keeping a tight grip on Lysander, her knuckled white and her heart pounding in her ears, she shook her head, her movements jerky.
[color=00aeef]"N-no... thank you but... I can't dance," [/color]she offered as an excuse, praying the creatures would leave her alone. She felt a tug on Lysander's harness which she jerked the opposite way, away from whichever creature was trying to take it from her. [color=00aeef]"N-no," [/color]she said, still shaky but slightly firmer. [color=00aeef]"Raven?" [/color]she called again, louder.

(link to poem for those who are interested. This is my fav poem : http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174262)