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. )

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[hunting]

[Okay fine, I will stop my MASS READING to check out that book and open its page]

[soulping]

( the bookmark falls to the floor, but one of the pages - 235 - is also dog-eared to mark its place. )

[hunting]

[Will read?]

[soulping]

( there's a hand-written note in there. containing poorly written poems about how much they love nyssa.

from someone named otay. )

[hunting]

[Crumpling up that note now, yep]

[soulping]

( don't hate on the love between shadows and their queen. )