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The descent into the tower was boring in the way that only walks in featureless surroundings can be. They played word games to pass the time.

“Okay, so I’m going to the picnic and I’m bringing apples, bubbles, cheese, dill—crap, what was E?”

“Ennui.” Dry-Eyes shifted on Emily’s pack, her voice moving from ear to the other. “Your mistake, my turn.” Dry-Eyes rattled through the list, not missing a beat. So far she’d beat Emily at every game, as much as one could win that sort of thing, anyhow.

They eventually exhausted Emily’s stockpile of babysitting word games and continued in silence for a while.

“You should probably be asking me questions.” Dry-Eye’s voice startled Emily, making her wonder if she’d dozed off while her feet kept moving her forward.

Emily cleared her throat. “About the Sidhe and if my plan will work, if you know my parents, those kind of questions?” She stopped walking. The sudden cessation of movement sent eddies past her and she became more aware of the constant, if gentle, pressure of water she’d been working against. She felt tired. “I’ve got some nice, existential theories that I can bother you with later. In short, that stuff doesn’t really matter right now.”

“Just take it as it comes?” Dry-Eyes laughed. “You know, you’re really one for secretly pessimistic mottos, girl.”

Emily shrugged, shifting the backpack and setting Dry-Eyes to cursing. When the sprite had resettled herself, Emily started walking again.

“Something like that. Though I am curious as to what we’re moving towards and how we’re going to make the next jump.”

Dry-Eyes sighed. “It’s better if you don’t know until we have to do it. So I suppose this is another thing to just take as it comes.”

Emily grimaced and kept walking.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.