Well tracking is still tracking. I might barely have any info on this but I can read a map. I don't need a GPS for that.
[She doesn't mean to sound flippant, though she does wince a little when she realizes how it probably came out. As nice as it was, getting to know her mother, there was part of her that still wanted to be bitter. She definitely didn't need coddling, despite the childish side of her wanting it. Emma shook her head to snap herself out of it, telling herself to focus on the mission instead. Maybe the forest was starting to get to her or something, at least that's what she told herself.]
If we do this quest we might get a bit more information in return. We'll be able to bargain something at least. I don't like waiting around as much as I don't like these guys.
[Sword training with her father she'd only taken up out of lack of anything else and any other real weapon. She wasn't comfortable with using her magic yet either. Emma drummed her fingers on the pommel of her sword before she folded the map back up and put it into her back pocket. Despite their accommodation at the castle, Emma didn't like being referred to as 'princess' or 'm'lady' or whatever the faeries called her. She jogged a little to catch up to Snow, looking at her out the corner of her eye.]
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[She doesn't mean to sound flippant, though she does wince a little when she realizes how it probably came out. As nice as it was, getting to know her mother, there was part of her that still wanted to be bitter. She definitely didn't need coddling, despite the childish side of her wanting it. Emma shook her head to snap herself out of it, telling herself to focus on the mission instead. Maybe the forest was starting to get to her or something, at least that's what she told herself.]
If we do this quest we might get a bit more information in return. We'll be able to bargain something at least. I don't like waiting around as much as I don't like these guys.
[Sword training with her father she'd only taken up out of lack of anything else and any other real weapon. She wasn't comfortable with using her magic yet either. Emma drummed her fingers on the pommel of her sword before she folded the map back up and put it into her back pocket. Despite their accommodation at the castle, Emma didn't like being referred to as 'princess' or 'm'lady' or whatever the faeries called her. She jogged a little to catch up to Snow, looking at her out the corner of her eye.]
What do you think of them anyway?