Follow the Home team: Emmaline, Liv, and Skye

"Good luck! We'll keep the tents warm for when you get back!" Emmaline yelled as their four friends disappeared into the ravenous earth. As they passed deeper into the tunnels, the glow from their light dimmed, and shadows flowed in once more, filling the entrance's mouth with darkness. The deep shade of it matched the stone around it almost perfectly, an as Emmaline watched it was as if that massive stony maw had closed, finishing the horrid act of swallowing her friends.

A cheery smile strained on her face, then faded. She had been thankful to see Robin grinning and waving back at her, but now that she was out of sight, that forced smile would only reassure herself, and Emmaline didn't see much point in wasting the effort.

"We're not all bed warmers you know," Liv said. Emmaline turned to see the other woman looking back at her with a frown. "Not all of us are just oh so happy to sit here with our legs open, waiting for their return."

"I don't think that's really what she meant..." Skye said, but neither of the other two seemed to hear her.

"And not all of us were just itching for a chance to start bitching and fighting, but here we are, I suppose," Emmaline rolled her eyes at Liv, then turned away and made her way toward her tent. She could vaguely make out the words of Liv's retort as she sifted through her bag for some light reading material she had packed for the journey. Some nonesense about Emmaline being obsessed with herself--not exactly Liv's most creative insult, and Emmaline happily lay down on her bedroll and began flipping through the pages.