There's...some trick to this I'm just not getting. That's all.
[this is try number three. Cecelia's watched water stream through the basket twice already, not really expecting anything different since...well. she's now confirmed this is not a magic witch's basket and she has, indeed, been told to do the impossible. but why? if it's doomed to failure, why waste time with such an elaborate ruse? why does the witch hate her so much?
she blinks back tears of frustration and straightens up from where she'd been peering down the well. stray curls stick to the sides of her face and sweat-beaded forehead as she, rubs her hands together, folding and bringing them to her chin as she loses herself in thought, trying to outpace her despair with proper focus. she can't just...put the water bucket in the basket, it won't fit. but there might be something else.]
...Oh!
[struck with an idea, Cecelia pulls a cleaning rag from her apron and proceeds to spread it out within the bottom of the basket. this will catch enough water to get her back to the cottage, right? if she runs, maybe...]
Ah, no! Nononono-auughh...!
[after a few minutes of drawing another bucketful and transferring water, Cecelia watches in dismay as water simply soaks through the cloth and spills out all the same, even if briefly stemmed. again, frustrated tears well up as she takes a seat beside the well.]
YeeEESS
[this is try number three. Cecelia's watched water stream through the basket twice already, not really expecting anything different since...well. she's now confirmed this is not a magic witch's basket and she has, indeed, been told to do the impossible. but why? if it's doomed to failure, why waste time with such an elaborate ruse? why does the witch hate her so much?
she blinks back tears of frustration and straightens up from where she'd been peering down the well. stray curls stick to the sides of her face and sweat-beaded forehead as she, rubs her hands together, folding and bringing them to her chin as she loses herself in thought, trying to outpace her despair with proper focus. she can't just...put the water bucket in the basket, it won't fit. but there might be something else.]
...Oh!
[struck with an idea, Cecelia pulls a cleaning rag from her apron and proceeds to spread it out within the bottom of the basket. this will catch enough water to get her back to the cottage, right? if she runs, maybe...]
Ah, no! Nononono-auughh...!
[after a few minutes of drawing another bucketful and transferring water, Cecelia watches in dismay as water simply soaks through the cloth and spills out all the same, even if briefly stemmed. again, frustrated tears well up as she takes a seat beside the well.]
What else...am I supposed to do...?