[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[He attempts to do this with a broken arm. Which results in a lot of whining and wrapping his other arm and legs around Sion. You're going to get snotty baby tears in your hair.]
[It'll wash out. Now it's a matter of sticking the poker through his belt like a sword and scaling the well carefully. He's more than strong enough to carry a five year old up the well, it's just a matter of solid hand and footholds to the top.]
[He is in fact good. He just holds on and whimpers every time his arm is jarred and sniffles in Sion's ear and generally is a gross tiny child.
The well is climbable if you know what you're doing and are fit enough to do it. But when you get out the scene is definitely not a party. The well disappears behind you, turning into a charred and broken flowerbed, and you find yourself even more faded, beginning to be noticeably translucent.]
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[Look at this smile it's the beginnings of a charming little liar.]
I will, so don't leave me.
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[Or he will... try. To the extent an Ariel can.]
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So if you can't be helpful, or at least not cause trouble, I can leave you here.
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[He seems completely terrified of that idea, and clings on more tightly. No no nope he does not want to be left.]
I won't mess up!
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[He lets go though.]
Climb onto my back and hold on. I'll drop you if you wiggle too much.
[He won't but Ariel doesn't have to know that.]
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[He attempts to do this with a broken arm. Which results in a lot of whining and wrapping his other arm and legs around Sion. You're going to get snotty baby tears in your hair.]
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The well is climbable if you know what you're doing and are fit enough to do it. But when you get out the scene is definitely not a party. The well disappears behind you, turning into a charred and broken flowerbed, and you find yourself even more faded, beginning to be noticeably translucent.]