Broken Curse

I’ve been studying the traps all night. This time, there’s no way I’m getting it wrong.

Again, I talk to the guardian.

I’ve done it! I said the right things, and it de-activated the traps! As soon as the statue is satisfied, the dark veil of the curse lifts from my shoulders.

Right on cue, Cléo walks down the stairs to see me. I’m so happy to see her I only want to hug her, and tell her that no matter what, the three of us are family and we’re here for each other, and if they want, we can head straight back to the marketplace, nevermind the treasures of the temple, and…

She sees my attempt at a hug and swats my hand away. 

“Look, I know Cyril and I haven’t been showing the best spirit, but you know, we’re going to try. It’s important to you. We got lucky enough to fly here and see what it’s like. And it’s actually been kind of interesting, so… We’re going to try. Well, I am at least.”

So this is when I hug her. Going through the first temple doors can wait, my sister’s much too cute.

Even Cyril is in a better mood. He seems to have recognized the selfie opportunities that lie in Belomisian dawns.