"I cannot believe I agreed to follow your choice. Why do I always do this? I must be nuts."
Laura ignored the sotto voce grumbles behind her as she negotiated the increasingly overgrown path. Alright, so this might not have been the best choice - but she would never admit to that. A vine entangled her ankle, snagging the cloth of her deerskin trousers. With more force than was necessary she pulled at it, only to have to recoil and scratch her other ankle on its way. Typical.
Gritting her teeth she trudged on. It could be worse - it could be....the first drop of rain fell through the tree cover, hitting her neck and slithering down her back with icy precision. She hated this day. She hated these woods with their pretty green foliage, the idyllic sound of birds, the smell of spring and sulphur. She hated it all - more with every minute.
"Steven, Stop moaning."
She had enough. She needed to yell at someone and he was there. He was happy to oblige her and her temper.
"Me?!? I am not the one who chose this godforsaken path. Why are we even out here? Do you really think you will find it? You? When hundreds of people have failed for years?"
"Well, at least I AM doing something rathe than spending my whole life in that forge making eyes at Beth. And why did you even follow me if you think it is so pointless?"
She turned to Steven ready to have it out with him here. Then she froze. There was someone watching them. She knew it. The chuckle vibrating through the leaves only contributed to her instinctive certainty. What was it in the shadow?
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