She waved at Luxara briskly, her voice barely a whisper. Every step was calculated – with so much sloshing water and gnarled branches below there was every threat of a snapping twig or squelching patch of mud. Her inhales and exhales were so low in her throat that Aerona nearly forgot to breathe. They were so close – she could feel it. They just needed to…
What was that?! Aerona stopped dead in her tracks, a dry taste in her mouth. The foliage of the swamp was nearly still – like a tangled, still web, everything except for the little royalist shits was frozen in place. Save for the slight tinge of orange in the distance. Orange and grey. Trolls!
Aerona bent down further towards the ground, trying to gain better line of sight. Two sets of horns… Thick horns, not of kids but of teenagers. One angled and asymmetrical, one curvaceous – their teammates! Thank gog. Perfect timing. A sigh of relief, and Aerona winked at her companion.
“Let’s regroup… I’ve got a plan.”
Gl!tch~
FINISHED! yayyy
