PSL: Dance, Magic, Dance!

[goldeneyeball]

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[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[Observant.]

[He drifted by her again, his feet hovering showily above the weeds.]</sub>

Thirteen and a half hours. Or best offer.

[desertedchateau]

That's plenty of time!

[Sinc he looked like he was finished, Morrigan started down the nearest path, nodding confidently.] Plenty!

[goldeneyeball]

<sub>[He turns and watches her go. Now that is a lady who has places to be. He hums to himself and disappears in a flourish of gaudy glitter.]

[The labyrinth wall rises menacingly as Morrigan nears it. The outside is carved with twisted faces set with gems and warnings scrawled in a language older than man. There is also a mailbox overflowing with unopened letters.]

[Somewhere, someone is humming.]</sub>

[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan stares at the different faces and gems, frowning at the language she doesn't understand. She eyes the mailbox and then walks past it and into the labryinth proper.] Okay, let's see.. Starting north, and..

[She falls quiet as she keeps walking.]

[goldeneyeball]

_{[The walls are high and the bricks appear damp. Upon closer inspection, it's just more glitter. The stuff is fucking everywhere. The labyrinth itself is as straightforward as a labyrinth can be. Turning corridors, dead ends, warnings, and bones litter Morrigan's path.]}

[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan frowns and half wishes she'd brought an umbrella since it seems to be raining the stuff. Morrigan takes a random corridor and watches for anything that might leap at her.] Sheesh, how much glitter did you spill in here?