Memoirs Chapter 355 - Grouchy old people
“There’s something I need to do.”
Fynn’s words hung in the still air.
Scarlett and the others stared at him. A low, restless wind curled around their feet — barely more than a whisper, but enough to graze their skin like an early warning.
“…Hey, buddy,” Rosa said. “What kind of ‘something’ are we talking about here?”
Fynn turned his head. Not sharply. But not exactly slowly either. Just…intent. Deliberate. His bright yellow eyes settled on her.
But he said nothing.
After a few seconds, he turned away, and the wind shifted. Sharper now. More focused. It threaded between the terrace’s stone pillars and wound towards the craggy stone formation ahead — a hulking, jagged mound that resembled a miniature mountain at the heart of the terrace. He started walking towards its base without another word.
Scarlett narrowed her eyes, watching his advancing figure.
“Do we…follow him?” Allyssa asked, glancing at the others.
“Depends, I guess,” Kat replied, then looked at Scarlett. “What’s he doing?”
Scarlett’s gaze didn’t move. “…I do not know.”
Eventually, she stepped forward, and the others followed suit. They trailed Fynn at a cautious distance. The air grew cooler as they neared the base of the strange, mountain-like formation. Its presence felt weirdly natural yet artificial at the same time. Like someone had cut a chunk from an actual mountain range and dropped it here with no care for how it fit.