THIS IS JUST A PSL NOW I GUESS;

[fossick]

(( used the wrong method with the wrong technique ))

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[fossick]

Then keep close enough that this forest won't change its mind.

[And he means it, even as he stalks ahead with long, striding gaits. He's still wary, and his hackles are raised from what just happened; it was hardly his memory and he feels as though he could do with a moment to himself to decompress.

A drink would probably not go amiss right about now.

To say that the atmosphere woven between them won't be awkward is a bald-faced lie, and Weir's silence doesn't help as they make their way back to the main path. Eventually, though-]

What I said about proving yourself. I was serious about that, you know.

[luciole]

𝓦𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰.

𝓓𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓶?

𝓗𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓗𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓸𝓾𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓲𝓶. 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓗𝓾𝔂𝓮𝓷 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰.

[Lucinda hushes her friends and they fall silent once again. She can think about what this all means tomorrow.]

You are not the joking type. I know you are serious Weir.

We'll just have to see.

[fossick]

We will.

[One way or another.

They find the main path, but Weir has little more to say about that. It's back to the village and, eventually, back to his lodgings, to think about all that's transpired thus far — and how he might proceed.]