[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Outskirts]
"Are you really just wandering around aimlessly?" Puck questioned, her form restless as she hovered a short distance behind Grimm. The fairy's gaze kept drifting past him, down the path, then back again, as if expecting the road to contradict him. He, meanwhile, continued forward at an even pace, following it as though it had already told him where it would end.
"No," Grimm answered easily, without slowing or turning.
Puck blinked. "No?" she repeated, incredulous. She gestured vaguely behind them with one small hand. "But we've just been walking for the last five minutes. There's been no turns, no markers or any signs. Nothing that even looks like direction."
"We are not," Grimm said simply.
That alone would have ended the conversation for him, but Puck tilted her head instead, hovering in place for a moment before drifting forward again. She waited, expectant, eyes fixed on the back of his helm.
