Shoot for the moon

Left, she should definitely go left. The sound of nails on stone behind her made her hair stand on end, but it was probably just rats right? Like a really big rat that was upset at her for invading it's space? She turned around and peered back into the gloom, her glow leaving her out in the open, while her eyes couldn't quite make out the shapes beyond it's arch. Goddamnit, this thing was a two-edged sword for sure. Ah well, nothing to be done for it, she'd picked her direction and she'd have to commit to it now, allowing her eyes to drift over the cavities in the walls. There sure did seem to be a lot of bones down here... She grabbed a longer one and started dragging it across the stone, delighting in the way the vibrations rattled against her teeth. Who said you couldn't have a bit of fun now and then?

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