Forgive her if she sounds a bit skeptical. They're almost back to the ground level, and the scaffolding is rattling as Woola keeps up with and passes them. He's waiting for them happily when they reach the floor of the garage.
"This place plays havoc with my rationally inclined thought processes. Magic -- the thought that it's real -- I just --"
She shrugs and laughs again, turning the skimmer back towards the main body of the garage.
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Forgive her if she sounds a bit skeptical. They're almost back to the ground level, and the scaffolding is rattling as Woola keeps up with and passes them. He's waiting for them happily when they reach the floor of the garage.
"This place plays havoc with my rationally inclined thought processes. Magic -- the thought that it's real -- I just --"
She shrugs and laughs again, turning the skimmer back towards the main body of the garage.
"Which way?"