Chapter 52: Unorthodox Methods
Grace kept quiet about her vision as they continued through the forest. What was she supposed to say? "Hey everyone, my medallion just got super hot and showed me an angel being eaten by plants"? They’d think she was losing her mind.
The group moved in tense formation, Diana taking point with her sword drawn. The forest grew denser, the path narrower. Every rustle made them tense, ready for another plant-zombie attack.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, Diana suddenly dropped back, falling into step beside Petriel. She leaned in close, whispering something Grace couldn’t hear. Petriel’s eyes widened, her face turned bright red, and she nodded rapidly.
The conversation lasted less than a minute before Diana moved back to the front. Grace stared after her, confused.
[What was that about? Is she still giving Petriel a hard time?]
When they stopped to check their bearings, Grace sidled up to Petriel.
"What did Diana say to you?" she whispered.
Petriel jumped, nearly dropping her staff.
"Oh! Um. She... she apologized."
"Diana?" Grace blinked. "Apologized? Are we talking about the same Diana? Tall, grumpy, would rather die than admit she’s wrong?"
"She said sorry for b-being harsh," Petriel mumbled, looking at her feet.