tile run - group 3

[soulping]

( circumstances have conspired to separate those who went into the maze, splitting them into three groups, with each group taking one fork in the road.

a wisp of light guides them forward, gleefully bobbing up and down, slowing down just enough so it doesn't lose those following it, then speeding off around the next corner as soon as they start to catch up. )

Comments

[ladychapels]

[ actually laughs from across the room, where she's moved to cover the doors. it's short and rough and maybe not 100% carefree or genuine, but it's a laugh. ]

You sure know your way to a down-on-her-luck priest's heart.

[cihuatlatoani]

I'm afraid I cannot cook, though, or not well, at any rate.

[ladychapels]

Rain check, then.

[ as Maya discovers dynamite ]

[cihuatlatoani]

...We should not let that girl have a bomb.

[ladychapels]

[ doesn't sit well with her, either, but, ] It ain't a bomb until somebody lights it.

[feytality]

[What could go wrong]