' focus on the task at hand, laera. ' / @kenostaph ( from shadowheart. )
Shadowheart weaves the truth of her intent behind her words. Lost on someone's who's spent less time with her, but Laera reads the message clearly. Simply put, ' You're being distracted. ' Laera scoffs, squinting into the darkness laid out before them, attempting to discern both the ledge and the path — where one leads to their destination, the other, a swift fall to Hells knows where. Coming to the Underdark was a bad idea and being in the thick of it reaffirms her original thought.
❝ You could 'ave just said pay attention. I would 'abve understood you clearly, Shadow'eart. ❞ Laera remarks, keeping herself rooted firmly in place as her left hand braces against what she certainly knows to be the side of a cliff. She won't admit it, but distraction is too light a word. Everything that's been plaguing her seems to be weaving through her conscious; thoughts she's otherwise been able to tamp down through sheer force of will alone. The tadpole bursting through her skull is at the top of her mind; followed by the flightiness of her love interest; and then there's the matter of tripping to her death. ( If she falls into the abyss, though, Shadowheart is coming with her. )
❝ I want to turn around, ❞ She turns halfway to eye the cleric, barely a dark shape against the backdrop of black. ❝ We should 'ave gone topside. Would 'ave been a 'ell of a lot easier, and safer, if we 'ad the sun to light our way. The deeper we go, the 'arder it will be to turn back. Can't say it's a risk I'm willing to take any longer… ❞
