Lena
Glimpses of companion bonds were wonderful in this sort of predicament – Mittens seemed capable of hovering above the fog, and the mental images of the Hanging Tree hastened towards Lena’s mind. “We have to go to the right more!” She pointed, aware of their loudness too but not having any other options. Whispering wouldn’t get them very far, and regular speech likely much the same in all the panic.
Between Isla’s fire and the birds though, it seemed to have impeded or distracted their foe long enough for them to make some headway and alter their direction. Running along, they’d be completely fine, until some other inevitable thing.
Like…mud.
No sooner had they changed their direction, then Isla would feel the sticky substance clinging to her leg; nimbly dashing straight into a boggy corner.
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For now the lamplighter has disappeared, and the group has altered course to the right.
Isla, unfortunately, has slipped into the bog. What will you do next? No post order!
Between Isla’s fire and the birds though, it seemed to have impeded or distracted their foe long enough for them to make some headway and alter their direction. Running along, they’d be completely fine, until some other inevitable thing.
Like…mud.
No sooner had they changed their direction, then Isla would feel the sticky substance clinging to her leg; nimbly dashing straight into a boggy corner.
--
For now the lamplighter has disappeared, and the group has altered course to the right.
Isla, unfortunately, has slipped into the bog. What will you do next? No post order!
little more like coming home
