It wasn't that Jeb had volunteered to go look for the errant former Advisor to the Queen, that found him winding his way through the maze and using all of his tracking skills to find him. It was because his father had asked him, and with their day of fishing fresh and vibrant in his mind, he couldn't decline. His father had agreed that Glitch is nothing like Adora, and Jeb figured he might as well make some sort of effort to make peace with that.
Who ever thought of placing a magical maze on their property should rot someplace hot and humid.
It takes him a while, but he finds his way to the other end with his dignity intact, coming upon the rotunda he's heard mentioned. The rotunda, the swing, and the Advisor. Or not the Advisor. He can't tell.
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Date: 2009-08-11 08:58 am (UTC)Who ever thought of placing a magical maze on their property should rot someplace hot and humid.
It takes him a while, but he finds his way to the other end with his dignity intact, coming upon the rotunda he's heard mentioned. The rotunda, the swing, and the Advisor. Or not the Advisor. He can't tell.
"Glitch?"