caught in the rain, no piña coladas

Another little bundle in her possession, but Meadow tucks it away for later. Clutching it dearly and making her way forward, she knows she can rely on her head. Always. Then again, maybe the girl got too confident-- shoot. She's startled, stumbling backwards as Ichabod bursts forth. A little gasp, her pulse picking up in her chest. The girl catches the look from the guide, but she steadies them both for a moment. Maybe they don't have to fight him.

"We're sorry," she whimpers, looking up at the massive blue worm. "We didn't mean to disturb you." Meadow apologizes, taking a careful step toward the edge of the platform. Her gaze is curious, kind. Sniffing curiously at the worm, Meadow can't help herself. She's never seen a worm quite like this one, and she wants to investigate. To learn.

Shoot, right, the task at hand. "Could we pass through, please? We won't do it again." Doe eyed, Meadow looks at Ichabod. She waits. Curious as ever, she waits.