Moira's feet ache from the amount of circles they've walked in now. On the one hand, they haven't run into anything trying to actively kill them, so that's a plus. But at the same time, they've made little to no progress in attempting to get themselves the hell out of this labyrinth. And Moira has to wonder if that's another aspect of this maze, this endless walking, that, in its own way, is a kind of death trap. At least it's not killer bees.
When James stops and asks her if they can break the glamour, Moira feels like she could almost hug him. She also feels damn stupid for not thinking of it sooner, and sparing the both of them the tediousness of trying to walk their way out of this hellhole.
"Well, this place is real enough," she corrects him. "But that doesn't mean that we can't at least try to break out of it and through the illusions surrounding it with magic."
She chews on her lip and taps her fingers against her cheek as she tries to think of various spells that could help them in this situation. She knows she's going to need a more difficult charm or incantation, practically breathing in the heavy, serious magic that oozes throughout this place.
"Okay," she says finally. "I think I've got something that could...wait, what was that?"
Her head whips around, searching for the source of a noise she thinks she's heard. It sounded like snapping twigs, and God knows how many creatures could make that kind of noise.
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Date: 2014-05-21 01:11 pm (UTC)When James stops and asks her if they can break the glamour, Moira feels like she could almost hug him. She also feels damn stupid for not thinking of it sooner, and sparing the both of them the tediousness of trying to walk their way out of this hellhole.
"Well, this place is real enough," she corrects him. "But that doesn't mean that we can't at least try to break out of it and through the illusions surrounding it with magic."
She chews on her lip and taps her fingers against her cheek as she tries to think of various spells that could help them in this situation. She knows she's going to need a more difficult charm or incantation, practically breathing in the heavy, serious magic that oozes throughout this place.
"Okay," she says finally. "I think I've got something that could...wait, what was that?"
Her head whips around, searching for the source of a noise she thinks she's heard. It sounded like snapping twigs, and God knows how many creatures could make that kind of noise.