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Maea

Hold me like I never did
anything to hurt you

It was a brave attempt, and Amun could at least comfort himself with having spared Maea a similar fate. His nudge helped her regain balance, and as she scrambled up onto the small knoll, she had to bite her lip to keep from laughing at him.

"It's a big creepy thing. Old execution ground, if the stories are true. It's... off in that direction," she offered with barely contained mirth, and pointed towards the south. They should be reaching it soon, if they kept going. While Amun seemed content to rely on guesswork, she had been keeping a firm grip on the black compass for a while now, and kept glancing at it every once in a while. Being lost in this part of the Wilds was not enticing - too many hungry things lurked around there. Especially at night.

Not to mention spirits and haunted houses, if he was to be believed. Which she obviously did. "Do you really think it's the same house we saw in those visions?" she asked, more quietly this time. "Does... that mean we won't have to see it again? I really wouldn't miss it." Not considering the effects it'd had on her. Kicking up memories better left buried.

Give me another minute to
lay here in your echo