My arrows go high in the sky, challenging destiny

The man buffs at her scolding, but Bellamy would expect as much. She gives a small nod to him before he turns, leading the way into whatever the fates have decided for her. Bellamy takes a deep breath and finds her airways chokes by smoke rolling in. Joy. The smoke stings her eyes but she keeps her focus on the man before her. Where is he leading her? The smoke cleared… but the landscape before her had gone hellish. Trial by fire… she peers over the edge and then glances at her guide with an arched brow. "Meant to cross, right?" She wasn't about to rush. Barreling through could be death waiting to happen. As she moves to the bridge Bellamy is taking precious seconds to observe and analyze the planks. Then, and only then will she pick her way across.

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Choosing… Wisdom
Evaluate the safest planks to walk on.