Paige
’Cause there were pages turned with the bridges burned
Those who had been brave enough to venture out to the new island came back with horror stories of vines attempting to snatch them around the neck and pull them into gaping flesh pits. Of various bones crunching underfoot and the smell of iron in the air. Of course, Paige was fascinated, but she wasn't stupid enough to go alone. Leave it to Mateo to suggest a visit. Not that she was surprised. He did have a Devil's Klaw kept in his work space, eager to choke the life out of anyone that turned their back, plotting its escape with each passing second. As far as Paige knew, he was the only one who ever managed to keep one alive.
Which is why he was perfect for such a venture.
"People say it moves, but I haven't seen it move from this spot once." Paige says, guiding the small sail boat towards the island's shoreline, brows drawn together in concentration as she quickly adjusts the lines to lower the sails and cut the wind as the run ashore. Tossing the anchor over the side, the boat comes to a stop and the Attuned straightens up, hands on her hip as she glances back at her companion. "Before you even ask, you're not using me as bait unless you have a way to save me, 'kay? Not getting eaten by a fucking plant today."
Hopping over the side, her boots land on the shore with a crunch, bones shifting underfoot as she wrinkles her nose.
Which is why he was perfect for such a venture.
"People say it moves, but I haven't seen it move from this spot once." Paige says, guiding the small sail boat towards the island's shoreline, brows drawn together in concentration as she quickly adjusts the lines to lower the sails and cut the wind as the run ashore. Tossing the anchor over the side, the boat comes to a stop and the Attuned straightens up, hands on her hip as she glances back at her companion. "Before you even ask, you're not using me as bait unless you have a way to save me, 'kay? Not getting eaten by a fucking plant today."
Hopping over the side, her boots land on the shore with a crunch, bones shifting underfoot as she wrinkles her nose.
Everything you lose is a step you take
