[ oh dear. alisaie lifts her eyes up to the swaying branches, snapping in the wind. ]
Aye, we should move on.
[ pushing her bangs back from her eyes, alisaie squints into the downpour, and in the distance, some quarter-malm down the road there is a stone bridge over the path, to which she gestures. ]
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Aye, we should move on.
[ pushing her bangs back from her eyes, alisaie squints into the downpour, and in the distance, some quarter-malm down the road there is a stone bridge over the path, to which she gestures. ]
Think you can make it?