Grace stood at the cave entrance, trying to convince herself this wasn't the dumbest thing she'd ever done.
[Going alone to fight personified stubbornness. What could possibly go wrong?]
"I'll be back in a few hours," she told Valkyrie and Petriel. "Probably. Maybe with all my limbs."
Valkyrie crossed her arms.
"This is idiotic."
"Yeah, but it's my kind of idiotic and that's worked out decently so far."
"The kind that gets you killed?"
"Angels don't die. Except from Primals. And the Mountain isn't a Primal, she's just..." Grace waved vaguely. "An emotionally constipated rock."
Petriel wrung her hands.
"What if she turns you to stone as soon as you walk up to her?"
"Then you can use me as a very attractive garden decoration."
Neither of them laughed.
"Look," Grace said. "Remember what happened with Seraph and the Flame? I had to carry her head back while she complained the whole way. I'm not doing that again."
