Not that hunting obsidian wasn't fun and all, but Alys was kind of over it when she left the Burrows. She carried a pickaxe in her hand and had a lump of the shiny, volcanic rock in her pack as she traipsed over the solidified lava. She walked along carefully and was so focused on her footsteps that she didn't realize how close she was getting to a small gathering before a rope of fire. When she finally heard voices and looked up, she froze, taking in the sight.
Pillars of solidified lava held up a flaming rope. A disembodied voice called out, "Limbo!" and Alys looked around with distaste. It had to be a god, didn't it, to have these multicolored flames and a voice that belonged to no one in particular? Besides, who, if not a god, would think up a game of limbo involving fire? That seemed like just the kind of pointless addition to an otherwise perfectly good game that a god would think up.
Still, she was already here now, so she may as well watch the fun.
Pillars of solidified lava held up a flaming rope. A disembodied voice called out, "Limbo!" and Alys looked around with distaste. It had to be a god, didn't it, to have these multicolored flames and a voice that belonged to no one in particular? Besides, who, if not a god, would think up a game of limbo involving fire? That seemed like just the kind of pointless addition to an otherwise perfectly good game that a god would think up.
Still, she was already here now, so she may as well watch the fun.
alys glasse
waiting for the right mind to drive insane
