Edge of the Maze | 1:30 a.m. | Ilinca & Byron
"In my time, the ones being sought would clap three times, none of this Marco Polo bollocks," he hummed through the tall impenetrable brush. Byron also preferred when the game involved an actual blindfold, life could be so much more interesting with blindfolds.
The next trap Byron had enough sense to react to before it could spread its glittery herpes all over him. While he had never minded glitter in costume or at parties, being sprayed with it as a joke ended with Byron ripping someone's fingers off. Still, he kept his eyes watching for traps and his nose following the Fae through the other side of the maze.