>>6243525The devil’s face scrunches up in confusion. “... What the HELLS are you talking ab-”
You’re talking about her running off like the thick-headed <span class="mu-i">IDIOT</span> she always is and pretending it’s about <span class="mu-s">FREEDOM</span>, you snap, the sudden change in tone earning a gasp from Volka behind you! She heard it from Morook herself: her big, scary <span class="mu-r">GREATER DUMBASS</span> ran screaming like a schoolgirl after running into Liz! They’re either in something’s belly already or they’re licking their wounds and they’re <span class="mu-s">PISSED OFF!</span>
“Well-”
No, you scoff, you know what? If she’s so tough, and smart, and all of the other things she always claims to be, then fine! <span class="mu-s">LEAVE!</span>
The word slaps the devil across the face like a glove.
“...R-really?”
<span class="mu-s">GO!</span>
She doesn’t even insult you as she takes to the sky. Doesn’t hurl a fireball, doesn’t torch a tree, doesn’t even shoot you a dirty look… she just <span class="mu-i">leaves</span>.
<span class="mu-b">This too is eerily familiar.</span>
“<span class="mu-s">REZZIE!</span>” Sputters Volka after processing what happened seconds later, “W-<span class="mu-i">wait..</span>”
All TT can do is watch her go before looking up at you with a shaky smile. “W-well… that um… that coulda gone worse… h-heheh…”
Morook, to his credit, merely remains silent. It takes you a moment to realize your fists are clenched at your sides.
And burning.
“H-hey, I’ve got an idea!” Volka exclaims, “W-why don’t we take a break, yea? We can head to that inn once we’ve… cleared our heads a bit! Y-yea!”
“Great idea, Volkie!” Tzah-Tzie replies with a hasty series of nods, “A break! Whoof, yep, I could do with a rest! Today’s really takin’ a toll on me!”
“It would be wise to depart sooner rather tha-”
“<span class="mu-s">Mor.</span>”
The ranger’s eyes flicker. “Ah. Yes, a break would be lovely.”
You don’t bother throwing your opinion into the pile. As your friends take off in different directions, TT gives your still–clenched palm a gentle squeeze before scampering off as well.
<span class="mu-b">This too is eerily familiar.</span>
The icy breeze does little to dislodge you from your spot. You could probably stand here forever, you think. Standing. Frowning. Simmering.
Maybe you <span class="mu-i">could</span> use a break…
What do?
>Just find a spot by yourself. You’ve got a lot to unpack.>Morook couldn’t have gone far–maybe some guy time will help.>Volka’s always been a rock you can depend on. Where’d she go?>You could use some TT time right now…><span class="mu-r">Need an ear?</span>>Write-In! 