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It took her about an hour to return. The Ortus glowed familiarly to her as she ran down the human path. She would see the lights twinkling at...
She seemed delighted by the butterfly, setting down the box gently and extending a finger to it with wide eyes.
She walked for what felt like hours, the darkness looming around her. Occasionally, she would hear rats scuttling by her feet. Finally, however,...
She blinked thoughtfully before inspecting the navy box, her head tilted.
As she got to the bottom, she would see murky water rushing below her. There were two paths running parallel along the water and she landed on dry...
She glanced up at Zerras, one brow raised before letting go of his arm and disappearing down the aisles.
The orb glowed gently and she would hear water underneath, a ladder descending down into darkness.
She laughed a little, looking up at him. "This conversation isn't over."
In the back of the cellar, she would be able to make out a trapdoor that stank of mold and muck. She would remember just a few days ago, where...
"Because I want you to be happy," she said frankly. "And I don't think you have a tendency to make choices that make you happy."
The lock turned heavily and as she opened the door, darkness awaited her, the smell of age and must in the air.
She looked up at him and dimpled, her nose crinkling with the action. "I don't think you understand how determined I am to make this work," she...
He watched her leave helplessly, his hands falling at his side as she left him behind. As she descended down the stairs towards the cellar, she...
She rolled her eyes, her arm hooked with his comfortably. "There has to be a place in the world that doesn't resent you."
"He won't hurt me," he told her gently, brushing her hair back. "And if I go, there will be a full-blown war. You know there will be. I can do...
She sighed a little, looking up at him. "Why were you such a mean guy?" she asked, clearly teasing him a little.
He laughed a little, squeezing her hands tenderly, but he shook his head. "I can't, Cal. You know I can't."
Her expression changed in something that was becoming almost endearingly familiar to him; she didn't like that. "Why?"
He stopped and glanced around the corner before looking down at her and pressing a key into her hand. "This will get you into the cellar. Okay?...
"Well, yeah," she replied playfully, looking up at him. "Who knows though? You could settle here."
