Greta is making her way along through the darkness, one hand on Angus's shoulder, the other holding a torch that Steven gave her some time ago. Given the rather miserable mess this dream has stuck them all in, it seems only right to try and find others, now that she has some light at her disposal. The glow doesn't extend as far as she'd like it to, but at least they can manage to walk without tripping over anything.
"I think I hear someone," Angus says, a moment before Greta's ears pick up what sounds like... giggling?
Well, that's not what she would have expected.
"Er." She lifts the torch a little, then raises her voice to call, "Hello? Is someone out there?" After a beat, despite how silly the question seems, she goes ahead and adds, "Are you all right?"
medieval musical muses must meet
"I think I hear someone," Angus says, a moment before Greta's ears pick up what sounds like... giggling?
Well, that's not what she would have expected.
"Er." She lifts the torch a little, then raises her voice to call, "Hello? Is someone out there?" After a beat, despite how silly the question seems, she goes ahead and adds, "Are you all right?"