Re: Inside the Maze
Hippy-Dippy-Hipster. Vaughn grimaced. The shift in expression moved a splatter of goop on his face he hadn't known was there. Dragging at it with the back of a mostly clean hand, he rounded another corner in search of his unseen partner's sing song timbre. Over the top of a hedge, a puff of bright blue powder exploded ahead of him.
"I was, but I'd miss Morticia the Smurfette. I'm reassessing."
Dodging a partition of hanging cockleshells that shone an unnatural pearlescent green, Vaughn stopped at a three-way split. He barred his arms across his sticky vest, weighing his choices. Each option wound off into the dark with no end in sight, no helpful hints to be spared. One looked like it had been trampled by passed feet more regularly than the others. The last was nearly overgrown. "Quick answer. The road less traveled, the safe route, or middle ground?" he called to the Sylph.