12: Ni-Bump-ght - Ayala

The descent was easy enough, Ayala had no idea what was directly below her window so she climbed down a bit before dropping. It was easy enough. She landed in an assortment of colourful flowers in a patch of dirt that ran along the edge of the house in a neat straight line.
She was on the opposite side of the house to Dead Girl so had no idea what was going on over on the western side of the island.
She followed the sensation and whilst it barely increased it did not diminish either. Eventually she reached the eastern shore, whatever had alerted her was beyond the water.
She waited and observed for a few minutes.
A gentle light blossomed off to her left and in front of her, it flared for a moment and there was the sound of someone inhaling. It was the one known as Harry and she had not been aware of his presence.
"Did you feel something too?" he asked slipping his cigarette pack back into the waistband of his sleeping shorts. He blew smoke out into the air ensuring none drifted Ayala's way. She had seen him around the place, seen him smoking outside and away from others, Bernice had said he worked magic. So, he was the nearest thing to a shaman around here.