Dejah knows Ellen has to take point, for tracking reasons, but as the tug at her wrist grows stronger, she can't help but push forward. The snow is deeper here, and even in Woola's wake, she's struggling. Beneath the scarves, her lips and nose have gone numb from the cold and even under the heavy insulation of the parka, she feels the heat stealing away from her body.
It only makes her all the more desperate to find him him. To find them. "They can't have gone far, could they?" What if they'd slipped through to another world, like Edgar did on his excursion to Barsoom? What if they'd gone beyond the boundaries of the bar and disappeared altogether?
She can't think like that. She can't. Her hand closes around her wrist cuff even tighter, as if she could will it to bring them to her.
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Dejah knows Ellen has to take point, for tracking reasons, but as the tug at her wrist grows stronger, she can't help but push forward. The snow is deeper here, and even in Woola's wake, she's struggling. Beneath the scarves, her lips and nose have gone numb from the cold and even under the heavy insulation of the parka, she feels the heat stealing away from her body.
It only makes her all the more desperate to find him him. To find them. "They can't have gone far, could they?" What if they'd slipped through to another world, like Edgar did on his excursion to Barsoom? What if they'd gone beyond the boundaries of the bar and disappeared altogether?
She can't think like that. She can't. Her hand closes around her wrist cuff even tighter, as if she could will it to bring them to her.
"CURTIS!"