11-09-2020, 09:02 AM
Selina sighs, still holding Tomeal's hand in a death grip of abject terror as she watches the pink mist slowwwwwly migrate. The fear was still primal for her and she couldn't quite translate it just yet. What she could do was come to a decision on where the group could go. Whether they still followed her was another story entirely.
"I...do believe that we can all...agree...that coming into contact with that mist is the precise opposite of what we wish to do. I am willing to trust our new friend, mainly because I would not want to take the off chance of running back to the Furbees and possibly endangering them as well. Except they are quite a long distance from this place for the mist to travel. And that will mean we also have to travel all the way back to investigate where the mist came from and whether it may hold what we need to return home. I do not wish to be trapped, so I would prefer going back, only for the moment."
"I...do believe that we can all...agree...that coming into contact with that mist is the precise opposite of what we wish to do. I am willing to trust our new friend, mainly because I would not want to take the off chance of running back to the Furbees and possibly endangering them as well. Except they are quite a long distance from this place for the mist to travel. And that will mean we also have to travel all the way back to investigate where the mist came from and whether it may hold what we need to return home. I do not wish to be trapped, so I would prefer going back, only for the moment."
