[ Mistake number one: made gloriously by nerves and neither of them thinking to do something as simple as taking out the trash. Good job, guys.
While Aradia notes the distraction, she doesn't comment, for the moment. She just looks around her hive - sorry, her room, hands on her hips. The envelope of motive pictures is still tossed on the dresser, as well as various seashells and trinkets she's picked up over the past few weeks, but...
All in all, it looks good. The first "clue" laid out (and she feels badly about it, but they had to pick someone believable and if they win, Madison will never know, and John can try to fix her timeline, too, to save her).
This is the last time she's ever going to see this place.
After a second, she glances up with a grin. ]
Then onto step two, yes?
[ Since they don't have anything to pick up - they're carrying it all unseen, or at least John is, since it seemed best to let him handle the carrying-stuff part - there's nothing to take along with them, and Aradia reaches out to grab John's hand, tugging him along and back out of the cottage. ]
Fly there?
[ This will be the last time she ever flies again. Other hers in other times will get a chance, of course, but she's just doomed, herself. ]
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While Aradia notes the distraction, she doesn't comment, for the moment. She just looks around her hive - sorry, her room, hands on her hips. The envelope of motive pictures is still tossed on the dresser, as well as various seashells and trinkets she's picked up over the past few weeks, but...
All in all, it looks good. The first "clue" laid out (and she feels badly about it, but they had to pick someone believable and if they win, Madison will never know, and John can try to fix her timeline, too, to save her).
This is the last time she's ever going to see this place.
After a second, she glances up with a grin. ]
Then onto step two, yes?
[ Since they don't have anything to pick up - they're carrying it all unseen, or at least John is, since it seemed best to let him handle the carrying-stuff part - there's nothing to take along with them, and Aradia reaches out to grab John's hand, tugging him along and back out of the cottage. ]
Fly there?
[ This will be the last time she ever flies again. Other hers in other times will get a chance, of course, but she's just doomed, herself. ]