Go Past

You begrudgingly listen to your weapon, choosing her sensible cowardice over your reckless curiosity and continue into the forest. The underbrush slowly becomes darker and darker shades of green. Your visibility begins to get tested as the covered canopy and dark trees begin to make all the paths look similar. You can't be sure, but you have a feeling the forest was displeased with your choice as you find yourself occasionally pricked by the thorn or thicket. Not often enough to think you need to change direction less there be more, but often enough to be a minor annoyance.

Lost and annoyed it's not long before you entertain some light bickering with your sword, "And now you've pissed the forest off."

Baroqua hisses her 'teeth', "A minor knick is better than a major injury. You'll survive the odd annoyed power beyond your comprehension more often than the thing in front of you that wants to kick your teeth in."

"My worries are at ease, truly a wordsmith." You respond with dripping sarcasm, "You should have been forged a fountain pen instead of a sword."

Baroqua, "I would cut just as sharp either wa-"

Bickering is cut short as the two of you, heading towards the only spot where light was peaking through, have ended up back in front of the cave.

Your grin widens as you silently step forward, the grumbling and cursing of a certain sword all the accompaniment you need at the moment.