Inside the pouch, Ivette struggled to get even remotely comfortable. The loose fabric offered no stability, and she couldn't even grab a hold on it, made worse by the witch's constant shifting position.

This... has become a total disaster...  She thought to herself, as she tried to speak. No words left her lips, only the sound of her breath.

Okay, then, how about- She reached for her knife, thankful it had shrunk with her. Slashing at the pouch's interior, her knife failed to bite into the fabric, though.

Well, I'm out of ideas... She sheathed the knife. Guess I'll just... wait for the witch to let me out, I think? 

As Ivette continued her struggle to settle in, it felt like hours had passed when she felt the witch get up, and the sound of footprints, followed by the swinging and swaying of the pouch and the little woman inside it, announced change was afoot.

Still inside her lightless silken prison, Ivette heard the creaking of a door, followed by the rustling of paper. Soon, dim light entered the pouch, as fingers from one of the witch's hands wormed their way in, reaching in for Ivette.

"Careful!" She yelped as she was quickly lifted up, pleasantly surprised her voice had returned.

"Don't you make demands, now."

Nervously, Ivette nodded.

Night had properly fallen since she arrived, the pale moonlight and the dim lighting pouring out of the open door of the witch's house just barely illuminating the now overwhelmingly daunting-looking forest.

The witch lifted the letter in her other hand, which was folded into the rough shape of a butterfly. With the flick of her wrist, the "butterfly" sprung to life, and started flying into the drection of the city.

The witch turned her attention back to Ivette.

"Don't let me catch you here again."

The witch's demand made Ivette shudder. She quietly nodded again.

Her hand tilted, letting Ivette fall down onto te not so soft earth below.

Groaning, she looked up just in time for the witch to step back inside, shutting the door behind her.

Picking herself up, she could only stare in disbelief at the monolithic wooden barrier blocking her way back in to what was, probably, the safest place for her to be right now.

"Please! You can't just leave me like this!" She yelled out, disappointed, but not surprised, that there was no response.

Hesitantly, she turned around, lookup out into the now suddenly much greater forest.

She suddenly perked up, if ever so slightly, when she remembered something.

She'd passed what looked like an abandoned little hut of sorts, not too far from here.

Sure, it'd still be quite a trek at this size, but it felt like it was pretty much her only option right now.

Quickly picking up the pace, Ivette started making her way over there, routinely diving into hiding at the slightest hint of danger.

This bites! She thought, ducking under some bushes, convinced she'd heard the beating of wings I'm, what, the size of a large mouse? Maybe a small rat? I must look like food to so many animals right now! Taking a few rapid breaths, Ivette steeled herself for the next mad dash through the undergrowth. This better not be one of those twenty-four hour curses! ... or ... permanent...

Shuddering at the possibility, she shook her head Surely not. There's no mages alive who could cast magic of that magnitude anymore! ... I hope...

Around midnight, she finally arrived.

An old and worn little dugout, probably once a shelter for local hunters or travelers, on which a moderately sized tree had grown, it's roots digging through the sod roof, which had long since been overgrown by weeds and some flowers.

Good thing too. Ivette thought, as she made way down the web of roots. I don't fancy trying to climb down the steps at this size...

Inside the hut, Ivette found -