Wordcount: 204 words
Summary: Please note, this is currently a very rough draft. There will be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, flat out contradictions, and uneven characterization and pacing. (Content is also subject to constant change as I take an editing chainsaw to the story.)
“You want to what?”
“We seem to be having good luck with fairytales.” May pointed out, “Plus now we know they’re after me specifically. What better way to keep them out of your hair than lure them out into the wastes?”
“That makes an odd sort of sense.”
“I told you, we need to stop thinking logically about this.”
“That was sarcasm.”
“Can you make it past them?”
“Depends on how fast we can fly.” She looked over at Flame. “Baron is not large enough to carry me fast enough, I know it’s not proper, but will someone else take me?”
“Take you out into the waste to look for a fairytale while you have got an entire army on your trail? I am sure it will not be a problem.” Flame said dryly. “I’ll ask and see what I can do.”
“You do realize there’s a third option, other than staying a fighting and seeking the oracle.”
“Yeah, I know.” Said May.
“I’ll do my best to keep them from bringing it up, but it they get it into their heads to hand you over there won’t be much I can do other than warn you. Possibly not even that.” Flame said apologetically.