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["Lost," at best, begins to describe the current state of the Mae.
She's already spent what's felt like hours yelling for Celica and Boey, only being met with silence or sometimes distant, echoing cackling—the noise startled her the first time, but every time since she's just scoffed or imitated the cackling in a whinier pitch. Through the thick fog blanketing the area, she can't see its source, or much of anything else. How far from their original base has she gotten?
For now... Well, she's been on longer marches, but making this one alone exacerbates every annoyance with it; her feet hurt and she's hungry and the ball of fire magic floating along beside her to kind of light her way through the fog makes her face too warm. She's dying out here.
Every now and again she gives another shout—] Celicaaa! [—and nothing ever comes of it, except, this time, another bout of distant witch's laughter. With a huff, Mae rolls her eyes.]
Ooh, cackling, that's new! Exciting. [She's just sort of...shouting vaguely at the empty fog...] Seriously, got any fresh material? Anything at all?
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She's already spent what's felt like hours yelling for Celica and Boey, only being met with silence or sometimes distant, echoing cackling—the noise startled her the first time, but every time since she's just scoffed or imitated the cackling in a whinier pitch. Through the thick fog blanketing the area, she can't see its source, or much of anything else. How far from their original base has she gotten?
For now... Well, she's been on longer marches, but making this one alone exacerbates every annoyance with it; her feet hurt and she's hungry and the ball of fire magic floating along beside her to kind of light her way through the fog makes her face too warm. She's dying out here.
Every now and again she gives another shout—] Celicaaa! [—and nothing ever comes of it, except, this time, another bout of distant witch's laughter. With a huff, Mae rolls her eyes.]
Ooh, cackling, that's new! Exciting. [She's just sort of...shouting vaguely at the empty fog...] Seriously, got any fresh material? Anything at all?
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