FERN
Jump in the car, get on the road
Travel where nobody knows
No turning back, feet on the dash
Travel where nobody knows
No turning back, feet on the dash
The idea he proposes of an intelligent trap chills her and she shudders. "I hadn't thought of that," she whispers, eyes gone wide with the possibility of being taken when most vulnerable, thinking it all complete. "That has to be it though!" There could be no other explanation for why the frequently used stairway wasn't trying to dismember them.
Concerns of threats doubling back fade out to the much more real and current threat of the approaching dungeon creature. Calan's composure that sinks in draws her attention to the side, lips puckered with a wordless caution that's dropped when he explains and is sensible once more. "Oh," she squeaks, broom slowly lowering even if her gaze resumes its strain. The faint shadow curls up on the roung wall, bobbing in a misshapen dark smudge before gradually sharpening into the outline of the hel, just before it rounds the turn to them. "It is Bird!" she crows, never more excited to see the companion than now, when death seemed plausible.
"It looks like his tests came up as empty as ours," she notes, brows rising at the pointed lack of harm and concern the hel carries. "Maybe it's safe?" Holding her breath, she rushes up the last bit of stairs, closing her eyes at one point even, which luckily had been at the end and allows her to stumble out onto the landing where the shrine awaits. "Made it!" she calls out, breathless from the rush of darting past inherent danger, and legs more jelly than limb.
Concerns of threats doubling back fade out to the much more real and current threat of the approaching dungeon creature. Calan's composure that sinks in draws her attention to the side, lips puckered with a wordless caution that's dropped when he explains and is sensible once more. "Oh," she squeaks, broom slowly lowering even if her gaze resumes its strain. The faint shadow curls up on the roung wall, bobbing in a misshapen dark smudge before gradually sharpening into the outline of the hel, just before it rounds the turn to them. "It is Bird!" she crows, never more excited to see the companion than now, when death seemed plausible.
"It looks like his tests came up as empty as ours," she notes, brows rising at the pointed lack of harm and concern the hel carries. "Maybe it's safe?" Holding her breath, she rushes up the last bit of stairs, closing her eyes at one point even, which luckily had been at the end and allows her to stumble out onto the landing where the shrine awaits. "Made it!" she calls out, breathless from the rush of darting past inherent danger, and legs more jelly than limb.
Can't pay the tab, sneak out the bar
We skip towns like shooting stars
We're on the run, just living life
We skip towns like shooting stars
We're on the run, just living life
