There’s a dusting of snow covering everything, not so much that we can’t see any rocks that may want to trip us up. I have no idea why the snow isn’t as deep here as it was back near the village, but I would have thought that it would have been the other way around.
Whatever the reason, it’s really pretty.
I love snow.
It is cold though, obviously. I’m not sure why I felt like that needed to be repeated, but it really is that cold.
The Voices snicker, and I mentally stick my middle finger at them. I’m only mildly surprised when I get the image of a middle finger sent back to me.
“Huh, that’s new,” I mutter out loud without meaning to.
“What’s new?” Baz asks.
I wince slightly as Raiden, Griff, and Reed look at me curiously as well, the others are all too far ahead to have heard my mutter.
Thankfully.
“Er, I was arguing with the Voices, they were being assholes, so I mentally stuck my middle finger up at them, and they did it back, which is the first time that they have ever done that. Although they are behaving differently now that I know that they aren’t the Voices of the dead.”
Raiden's eyebrows dip curiously, “Different in what way?”
I smile, I’m grateful that he didn’t point out just how much of a crazy thing just came out of my mouth.
“They’re just a lot more responsive,” I explain. “I’ve asked them a few questions, and they have actually answered.”
“Huh. That’s curious,” Griff says.
“I wish I could remember what I knew about the Voices,” Baz says.
I level him with a look, “Do not try. If you go down now because you’ve pushed your memory too far, I will kick you.”
Baz smirks, “You’ll still hold me while I come around though, right?”
“Oh my god, are you actually considering it?” I ask, trying not to laugh.
Baz shrugs as Reed, Raiden, and Griff all chuckle.
Reed claps Baz on the shoulder, “Hook, line, and fucking sinker, my man.”
“Almost immediately,” he replies.
“What?” I ask my nose scrunched up in confusion.
“You know they might be acting differently because you’ve acknowledged that they aren’t the dead, and that’s somehow allowed them to become more of what they really are,” Raiden suggests, completely bypassing the conversation that the others were having.
“Yeah, maybe,” I reply.
“Of course, they could also be acting differently because your magic is free now, and they’re responding to that,” Raiden adds thoughtfully.
“I think that would make a lot of sense, actually,” Griff agrees.
I glance up at him and then stop, pulling him to a stop too as I realize that his eyes have gone completely black.
“Guys, Griff is having a vision,” I call out to the others, as I gently pull Griff to a stop.
Baz and Reed move to stand beside him, ready to catch him in case he goes down.
He hasn’t before, but I think we would all rather be safe than sorry.
