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[ladybirdcrey]

Either you were dropped into the snow at the foot of the mountain or if you were less lucky you find yourself in the cold forest. The women can attempt to land wherever they please.

The griffins without riders are turning back and heading home. I hope you enjoyed traveling with us and welcome aboard again.

[ mission: get your shit together. ]

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[crotchbite]

[ looks at her with a silent "bitch you think that katana is going to be faster than this crossbow answer the fucking question" ]

[toxicmetal]

[ never seen a katana like mine sister. ]

They landed back there.

[ points at the treeline. ]

[crotchbite]

[ grips crossbow tightly. not going to turn her back on this one stranger ]

Who are you?

[toxicmetal]

You may call me Elle.

I take it you lot aren't from around here?

[ have i done something to deserve this suspicion. ]

[crotchbite]

Are you from around here?

[ kind of look at me do you think i'm from middle earth eyepatchy?

lowers the crossbow and gives her one last glance before walking towards the treeline ]

[toxicmetal]

Guess.

[ rude. follows her. ]

We've been stuck in this fucking wonderland for a while now and I'd already give my soul for a rescue party.

[crotchbite]

[ the rudest

slowly turns. ]

We?

[toxicmetal]

There's a few of us. We got a camp out there.

[ start behaving or you won't be invited. ]

[crotchbite]

[ jesus christ maybe there's more than one map? how many groups are there? she thought they were the only ones. ]

I need to find the others. Would you help us?

[toxicmetal]

Not like I have anything else to do. My date canceled.

[ this way. she saw michonne's griffin head over there. ]

[crotchbite]

[ makes a throaty sound and puts the crossbow back on her back sheath, following her. ]

Sorry about that. Strangers haven't been particularly kind to the group.

[toxicmetal]

[ walks through the snow, heading to the treeline. ]

Maybe you should have listened to your mom, huh.

How many of you are there? I saw at least three.

[crotchbite]

[ she's an orphan. ]

About seventeen. [ trudges through snow ] And you?

[toxicmetal]

We're fewer.

[ sounding lost isn't really her thing. ]

How do you manage with that large a group?

[crotchbite]

We really don't.

I think that's them.