[Mona nods, a determined, furious expression on her face as she steadies herself with Spencer's help. She glances over at Spencer just once-- perhaps charitably, she assumes Spencer went to the barn to get a horse to ride through the flames and has since been stymied-- before she shoves her horribly blonde hair back away from her face, full of small twigs and leaves from her previous attempts. What she wouldn't give for a hairtie and a hoodie right now.]
I've tried east. [Several times, actually. While she hadn't stopped to look for Spencer, she hadn't-- honest-- forgotten about her. They just need one of them to get away, to connect back up with her network and come back to raid A's precious dollhouse once they have a direction to look, and it's truly fine whether that's her or Spencer. She trusts Spencer, at least, to think these through along the same line of thought as she does; to understand her answer as both an agreement and sharing additional information. And while Spencer might not come back for Mona, she'd certainly come back for the others, wherever they are.] Maybe with two of us we can see what's triggering it, if nothing else.
["It," because she can't quite bring herself to say... what? Magic? Teleportation? A brief unconsciousness that doesn't leave her groggy afterwards? Some optical illusion thanks to the fog? Mona's half convinced she's hallucinating it, the jumps in space hauling her back towards the rest of the crowd, even if Spencer's implicitly acknowledged it too. She can figure it out when they either make it deeper into the woods or get dragged back to the dollhouse.
She hauls up her skirts again and plunges back into the trees, away from the streams of people (and her slight, tugging curiosity) heading north.]
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I've tried east. [Several times, actually. While she hadn't stopped to look for Spencer, she hadn't-- honest-- forgotten about her. They just need one of them to get away, to connect back up with her network and come back to raid A's precious dollhouse once they have a direction to look, and it's truly fine whether that's her or Spencer. She trusts Spencer, at least, to think these through along the same line of thought as she does; to understand her answer as both an agreement and sharing additional information. And while Spencer might not come back for Mona, she'd certainly come back for the others, wherever they are.] Maybe with two of us we can see what's triggering it, if nothing else.
["It," because she can't quite bring herself to say... what? Magic? Teleportation? A brief unconsciousness that doesn't leave her groggy afterwards? Some optical illusion thanks to the fog? Mona's half convinced she's hallucinating it, the jumps in space hauling her back towards the rest of the crowd, even if Spencer's implicitly acknowledged it too. She can figure it out when they either make it deeper into the woods or get dragged back to the dollhouse.
She hauls up her skirts again and plunges back into the trees, away from the streams of people (and her slight, tugging curiosity) heading north.]