[PQ] a trail of breadcrumbs

took a fall from a windy height

There are worse plans than following voices that only one of them could hear. It could be that the Mathair spoke a language only known to the fae, which had some credence after all. It could also be...literally anything else.

"We're with you." Remi whispers as Juniper follows the voice.

Trying to be as mindful as possible as they navigate this strange terrain, it's only as they move deeper into the marsh that the going becomes properly difficult. There's a bright light in the distance that seems to bob and weave among the trees. "Like the wil 'o wisps from the Greatwood, only so much bigger." Remi all but mutters to himself, his wings tucked tight against his back lest they catch on the brambles around them.

Juniper will feel the tug of the presence sporadically now. Ahead there is a dark marsh. To the left is a grove of trees where the light pulses. Which way will she lead?

As for Isla? Large as she is in this new body, going will be difficult and slow for her. The balance between keeping up with her much more agile companions will come at the cost of being less stealthy.

i only knew how to hold on tight
& pray for love enough to last all night