-- closed;; @ofdeathwiishes Where: Grey Path Underneath the soil, you will find your escape. Fail to do so and the water will take shape; growing, consuming, taking up every inch of space.
Petra was no stranger to horrible things. She had committed horrible acts against witches - but as she stepped through the doorway and into the bloody grey horizon, dread fell over her skin like a weighted blanket. When the voice fell silent, and the first victim of the beast was pulled beneath the bright red ichor, she felt terror for the first time in decades. Arms crossed over her chest as the first pad was revealed - and she looked around at the unfamiliar faces, concealing her terror with a mask of indifference. She was not going to show vulnerability. For all her years searching the beaches for trinkets, she never once leapt into the water. A fear of drowning that had manifested in her time as a prisoner of the witch who'd taken her wings. He'd particularly enjoyed holding her beneath water to see what kind of magic she'd display to get out of it. This was a special kind of hell. Fingers tightened in her long sleeves as she stepped forward, examining the plates quietly. While some of the crowd panicked, others seemed to be doing the same - one stood out to her. The woman sitting in the sand, drawing shapes. Petra waited for a bit, churning over the puzzle presented. Listening to the others as they offered ideas - annoyed at those who didn't speak at all. Finally, after weighing the options she had available, she took a seat beside Cait. She didn't bother to introduce herself. "Maybe it's a mirror," she said, as she drew out the letters on the sand beside the ones Cait had already done. "We could try it backward?"
