"Are you sure we're on the right path?" Aether mumbled with a confused expression.
He walked slowly, one painful step after another, guided only by Grace's voice and her tiny hands.
"Yes, I am. And could you stop asking that all the time? Just follow my direction," Grace said as she perched on his head, tiny fingers wrapped in his hair.
She tugged sharply, using his hair like reins.
Aether shifted to the right as she pulled.
"So this person… who is imprisoned here… do you think they could help us out?" Aether asked.
"I don't know," Grace said, shrugging her small shoulders. "But it's better than being alone in the darkness and being kept killed, right?"
Aether nodded weakly.
"It's true I suppos-"
Flapp.
Chuckkk.
Crack.
****
"Fuck… how do they keep finding us? And how come we couldn't sense their presence until closer?" Aether muttered with an annoyed tone. He didn't dare stop walking as soon as he appeared again.
