The Labyrinth might once have been beautiful, but Alys had never seen it that way. Of course, she didn't hate the place. It was kind of spooky, the way it stood, wild and untamed, taken over by time, and she appreciated that about the place. She used to draw it, back when she'd lived in the Grounds; her sketchbooks had been filled with shifting hedgerows and murky waters.
In truth, she'd never intended to set foot back here. When she'd left the Grounds, she hadn't planned to look back. But then Deimos - infuriating in his confidence in her - had asked her to take a group back to the Grounds to look for Efas Herb. For a quest. For a god. And she, like the idiot she was, had agreed.
At least the company was good. Talyson and Hotaru were two people she knew well, and from what she had gathered, they knew each other, too. Perhaps their presence would allow the trip to go quickly, even if gathering herbs was not her favorite activity.
In truth, she'd never intended to set foot back here. When she'd left the Grounds, she hadn't planned to look back. But then Deimos - infuriating in his confidence in her - had asked her to take a group back to the Grounds to look for Efas Herb. For a quest. For a god. And she, like the idiot she was, had agreed.
At least the company was good. Talyson and Hotaru were two people she knew well, and from what she had gathered, they knew each other, too. Perhaps their presence would allow the trip to go quickly, even if gathering herbs was not her favorite activity.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
