[The tall woman snorts quietly.] 'Course we should; Lady Luck's a fickle mistress. This just means something's gonna go wrong later.
[She stops, suddenly, peering at the darkness ahead of them. Well... dark-ish-ness ahead of them. She could almost kind of see the shape of the tracks ahead, even though the butterfly's right with them. Then, she mutters under her breath, and suddenly takes off.] Christ.
[She races up the gentle incline, to find... broken track, but an opening. On the other side of the broken tracks is a tunnel-like opening in another dark face of rock; by how dark it is, and how abruptly their tunnel ends, they're probably in a rock face, too. A large crevice? Deep down in some canyon, somewhere?]
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[She stops, suddenly, peering at the darkness ahead of them. Well... dark-ish-ness ahead of them. She could almost kind of see the shape of the tracks ahead, even though the butterfly's right with them. Then, she mutters under her breath, and suddenly takes off.] Christ.
[She races up the gentle incline, to find... broken track,
but an opening. On the other side of the broken tracks is a tunnel-like opening in another dark face of rock; by how dark it is, and how abruptly their tunnel ends, they're probably in a rock face, too. A large crevice? Deep down in some canyon,
somewhere?]