Down the Rabbit Hole

The cold night air had never felt more liberating. It seemed to swell in side of Peregrine's lungs, imbuing her with warmth and energy. When Solveiga asked her if she still wanted directions, the truth was more that she just wanted to wander wherever her gut tugged her. "Mayhaps, but doesn't that take all the adventure out of it? What's life without a little mystery." Tsiry rolled her eyes. This headstrong fae was impossible. Then to her utter surprise, Sol made a joke. A bewildered chuckle broke through her lips followed by a disproportionate gale of laughter. "So you do know humor! I knew there was more to you. I'm an excellent judge of character, you see," she said with so much modesty she could only be bragging. "And my final words will go down in history, I can assure you of that."

The night was brisk, sharper than most so far this mild season. It made Peregrine coltish, and eager to strike out once again. She turned to Solveiga and raised a brow, wondering what the sweet waif would do if she asked her to come along on an adventure. She had a life of her own though, it would not be fair nor responsible to pull her into the uncertainty she faced from day to day. Peregrine knew she was not an easy companion to stick with. So instead she yawned, and said, "Well, I need to find somewhere to sleep for the night. I'll probably set out in the morning, I suppose." Tsiry seemed to have no opinion on the matter. She would be certain to drop by this way again if ever she returned, to check in with the interesting young fae. "Thanks for a fun time, though, I'll see you around," she said with a wink. It would clash with her way of life to linger, to give second thought to her decisions. The wind was blowing her away and she had no choice but to go along and follow the urges of the night. But she would not forget the sandy girl, who she no longer considered a stranger.

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