What's the Plan, Stan?

Rakia stood still, her eyes lingering on the patch of deadly quicksand before shifting to Talyssa. The words hung in the air, mingling with the frigid winter chill. Observing, contemplating, executing – those were the steps, simple yet profound. Rakia's mind was already observing and contemplating, piecing together the carefully woven knowledge that Talyssa had shared with them.

With Talyssa's words reverberating in her mind, Rakia answered with an acknowledging nod. The icy chill of the winter's air pricked her cheeks and tingled in her lungs, grounding her in the moment. She breathed it in like a mantra. Observe, contemplate, execute. Observe, contemplate, execute. That was the plan. The foundation of all plans. And it was something she could easily grasp and easily apply.

"Rakia Perreau"