this lighthouse I built to guide my feet has burned out and I forgot where I'm going
Harper’s jovial response is unexpected, causing a sharp huff of laughter from the cynical Torcher. She just shakes her head as they reconnect with the group - horses, people, unicorns, et al. Goin’ through a mental inventory of her physical and mental feelin’s (and yes, she pats the lightnin’ trident and readjusts it to be more secure) Raza spaces out for a moment and lets herself - and her mount - go with the flow.
A vile gas bubble brings her back to her senses and she wrinkles her nose. Yuck. “Have any of you been through this swamp before?” Turning in her seat to ask the others, Raza is only curious so much as she can predict what might jump out at her next. “Or maybe know when we can make a safe camp for the night?”
A vile gas bubble brings her back to her senses and she wrinkles her nose. Yuck. “Have any of you been through this swamp before?” Turning in her seat to ask the others, Raza is only curious so much as she can predict what might jump out at her next. “Or maybe know when we can make a safe camp for the night?”
RAZA
