Magical Starsign.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Stairing down the staircase, Mael raised a brow. Was she feeling adventurous enough to venture down there? The air was getting pretty thick and harder to breathe the further they traveled. She stopped Leviathan in midair to stroke his head thoughtfully. After a while, she came to one conclusion: They've gone this far, they might as well go full speed ahead. After all, when one's galleon is caught in the middle of a storm half-way out to sea, one doesn't turn around and sail back, it poses the same risk as going forward. One braves through the storm by going full speed ahead, that way, if they survive, they'll be closer to their destination at least and not further.

"Ladies first, lads." She grinned at them, and watching the steps illuminated by her familiar's bio-luminescence, descended down the flight of stairs one step at a time.