Silvertongued
Yes, this is dog
You ignore the sounds for now. You just want to see the sunlight again, and be outside of this cold, foetid limbo.
Eventually, you return to the entrance from whence you came. It's shut itself in the time you've been gone, but you think you have the trick of it now. Gently, you touching it, and reach out into it with that other part of you.
It's bewildering, this strange extension. Almost like a limb, but one without form, sensing strange patches of coldness and heaviness around it. Even skirting around the pendant in your pinafore, and the skulls at your hip, you can feel them distorting the world around ithem in a way your physical self cannot. A dense chill, pushing down with its weight. Not entirely a great analogy, but then again, you're not entirely sure how to explain it in words, any more than you could explain colors to the blind.
With a resonant click, you hear whatever mechanism inside the wall give, and the stone lifts from its perch, giving you space enough to climb out. Getting over the lip tskes a few moments of scrabbling, nearly knockin the candle over and out. You almost shudder at the thought, the memories of that utter blackness from before coming to the fore of your memory.
Finally, you clear the stairs back to the inn proper, relishing the light and the fresh air. Taking a deepbreath, you beam happily at Mama. She's sitting behind the main counter, waiting patiently.
"Ah, Lucy, there you are!" she tells you, smiling back with tired eyes.
"Well Lucy? It is time to make a decision," the voice whispers in your ear.
OPTIONS:
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Eventually, you return to the entrance from whence you came. It's shut itself in the time you've been gone, but you think you have the trick of it now. Gently, you touching it, and reach out into it with that other part of you.
It's bewildering, this strange extension. Almost like a limb, but one without form, sensing strange patches of coldness and heaviness around it. Even skirting around the pendant in your pinafore, and the skulls at your hip, you can feel them distorting the world around ithem in a way your physical self cannot. A dense chill, pushing down with its weight. Not entirely a great analogy, but then again, you're not entirely sure how to explain it in words, any more than you could explain colors to the blind.
With a resonant click, you hear whatever mechanism inside the wall give, and the stone lifts from its perch, giving you space enough to climb out. Getting over the lip tskes a few moments of scrabbling, nearly knockin the candle over and out. You almost shudder at the thought, the memories of that utter blackness from before coming to the fore of your memory.
Finally, you clear the stairs back to the inn proper, relishing the light and the fresh air. Taking a deepbreath, you beam happily at Mama. She's sitting behind the main counter, waiting patiently.
"Ah, Lucy, there you are!" she tells you, smiling back with tired eyes.
"Well Lucy? It is time to make a decision," the voice whispers in your ear.
OPTIONS:
Put on the pendant, try to help Mama.
Go upstairs, put the pendant on one of your parents.
Ask the voice how exactly you can help Mama.
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