Fresh Poison Each Week

While the mournful wolf almost seemed surprise in the selection made, Mariah maintained a blank expression. She was confident in her choice, and wouldn’t allow for any second guessing on her behalf or the guide’s.

As they traveled through the fog, it became difficult for her to keep track of the blue woman- she blended in with very little to differentiate from the background. When the curtains finally drew back, her line of sight opened up into a small clearing surrounded by willow trees. A small pond that contorted into a spiral in the middle. The guide gestures her on- Mariah’s attention settling on the stepping stones that lead out to the center of the pool.

"Mariah Mendacium"OOC. Mariah has chosen dexterity.