Thread:Abbykurle/@comment-31148069-20180807174543/@comment-32492996-20180809160220

(Well, a worn spike is a spike that’s, uh, tattered. It was from a spike wild weekend, I think. And, that was my plan.)

Startled, Riexwell glanced up and shifted back to her original position so Buttons could see.

“He’s going to drop it.” She whispered, “I don’t know why, but he’s going to drop-“ An idea struck her. “Someone must have cursed him, like Ori did to me.” At this point she was talking to herself as much as Buttons.

She closed her eyes, seeking out for Cronin’s energy. She felt Buttons’ energy, but had to reach a bit farther to find Cronin’s.

At first, she didn’t recognize it as Cronin’s. There was a lot of darkness clouding around it, but she eventually figured out that it was just the curse. She grimaced. The curse must have to be strong to have its own energy.

She tried anyway. Her eyes squeezed shut, she attempted to force her thoughts into his mind, pushing away any panic that she had herself. She could hear faint voices, but ignored those, too.

''Stop. Turn around. Don’t let go. Walk towards rocks. Hand orb to Buttons.''

As much as she tried, she couldn’t seem to get through the barrier of the curse that was wrapped around Cronin’s mind. It was like a python, not letting go.

Nonetheless, she kept trying to press in the commands, to make Cronin give them back the key. She had an idea and whispered to Buttons, “Get the flying animals. They can wait in case this fails and Cronin drops it, and they can try to catch it.”

Just when Riexwell thought she had finally gotten through that wall and had given Cronin the first command, the light headedness took over, and her vision went black.