37th Day of Summer, 514 AV
Amara had barely any idea where she was going. She had only heard a few parts of the directions from spying on knights until she was caught. Her heart along with her hopes sunk as she realized she was lost just getting them even more lost than they already were. She thought about turning around and trying to find their way back, but they had already gone so far. Attempting to cheer herself up with lies, she often told herself she knew exactly where she was going and that they would be there any second.
One of her lies turned out to be the truth as the air started to smell incredibly foul, just as she had heard it would. She, however, didn't think it would she this bad. She found the need to hold her breath if she was going to get there without letting her lunch go. After walking what had felt like forever, she finally saw their destination. The water looked a sickly and oily black. She now knew why the knights dared each other to drink it. It was putrid.
Amara turned to Aerion, who she was still dragging behind her. She had to admit he had slowed down as the air started to smell awfully, and it became increasingly harder to keep him walking with her. She stopped before the absolutely disgusting black liquid and let go of his wrist. She looked down into the so-called water then looked back at Aerion before she started to gag. The knights never said they it would smell this terribly. "I dare you to drink that," Amara said as she pointed behind her towards the water. It's certainly called the Well of Filth for a reason, she thought. Afraid he would refuse, and before he could respond, she said, "I'll drink it if you drink it." A smirk grew on her face, challenging him.
Amara had barely any idea where she was going. She had only heard a few parts of the directions from spying on knights until she was caught. Her heart along with her hopes sunk as she realized she was lost just getting them even more lost than they already were. She thought about turning around and trying to find their way back, but they had already gone so far. Attempting to cheer herself up with lies, she often told herself she knew exactly where she was going and that they would be there any second.
One of her lies turned out to be the truth as the air started to smell incredibly foul, just as she had heard it would. She, however, didn't think it would she this bad. She found the need to hold her breath if she was going to get there without letting her lunch go. After walking what had felt like forever, she finally saw their destination. The water looked a sickly and oily black. She now knew why the knights dared each other to drink it. It was putrid.
Amara turned to Aerion, who she was still dragging behind her. She had to admit he had slowed down as the air started to smell awfully, and it became increasingly harder to keep him walking with her. She stopped before the absolutely disgusting black liquid and let go of his wrist. She looked down into the so-called water then looked back at Aerion before she started to gag. The knights never said they it would smell this terribly. "I dare you to drink that," Amara said as she pointed behind her towards the water. It's certainly called the Well of Filth for a reason, she thought. Afraid he would refuse, and before he could respond, she said, "I'll drink it if you drink it." A smirk grew on her face, challenging him.