[ Oh, going down is way worse than up. He has to not look. He's quickly back on solid ground, though, and he has to admit that's a relief. ]
Sand?
[ He lifts an eyebrow. Sandcastles belong on a beach, he thinks. ]
No, it was stone. Traditional, fairytale-looking. Here.
[ He shows her the back of his left hand, which he'd spelled. There's a black dot right in the middle of it, then several blue X shapes at different points. There's a red X towards his index finger. ]
The dot is us. The red mark's the castle, it's that way. This'll keep us right. Those blue marks are where I saw movement, but that could be anything. Friend or foe. So I reckon we should head for the castle, what do you think?
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Sand?
[ He lifts an eyebrow. Sandcastles belong on a beach, he thinks. ]
No, it was stone. Traditional, fairytale-looking. Here.
[ He shows her the back of his left hand, which he'd spelled. There's a black dot right in the middle of it, then several blue X shapes at different points. There's a red X towards his index finger. ]
The dot is us. The red mark's the castle, it's that way. This'll keep us right. Those blue marks are where I saw movement, but that could be anything. Friend or foe. So I reckon we should head for the castle, what do you think?