[Penelope didn't budge, completely unconcerned with the girl's almost robotic motions. She could and would do something to stop the girl from going forward if necessary, though hopefully it wasn't. Her lips parted, about to retort with something sharp when something seemed to get through, even just a little bit.]

That's right. It's a trick.

[She knows all too well that it's a trick, because Freya had bailed her out of a similar situation not too long ago. So, keeping her voice soft, she pushed Lucy back a step, putting her weight into it.]

I know it's telling you something, but those flowers aren't telling you the truth. My friend Freya found me earlier, walking towards them just like you. Only, she couldn't hear what they were saying. Please, let's go back to the path and I'll make sure you get to go somewhere warm and dry. Not the forest.