Relief washes over her as the girl agrees to go. Thank the gods. She was not in the mood to stand here and argue about the virtues of living with a child. Not that Weaver was vastly older, but still, the difference felt like lifetimes. Besides, she really just wanted to get out of this stupid maze.
Weaver looks right, hoping that the path hasn’t shifted on them yet. ”Right, I guess. Sam, do you want to make sure our path didn’t shift and disappear on us?” They’d been stuck here talking to Freina long enough that it’s entirely possible the glimmer of light she’d see was long gone.
She waits to see if anyone has any better suggestions. If they do, she’s game. Regardless of their direction, Weaver leads the group, scythe in hand, hoping they get out of there without issue.
Weaver looks right, hoping that the path hasn’t shifted on them yet. ”Right, I guess. Sam, do you want to make sure our path didn’t shift and disappear on us?” They’d been stuck here talking to Freina long enough that it’s entirely possible the glimmer of light she’d see was long gone.
She waits to see if anyone has any better suggestions. If they do, she’s game. Regardless of their direction, Weaver leads the group, scythe in hand, hoping they get out of there without issue.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
