[... He wouldn't, she thinks, but there's something about the sure set of his shoulders that makes her smile a little more to herself.
When she responds, it's fussy, but the smile can probably heard even as she yells back:]
As if you could! I bet I'm faster than you anyway!
[But, of course, she's following, trotting after him to catch up as they step further into the darkness of the overgrown path.
They pass more statues, but Altria knows better now than to look at them, despite her curiosity--and soon enough, the trees give way to... what seems to be a graveyard.]
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When she responds, it's fussy, but the smile can probably heard even as she yells back:]
As if you could! I bet I'm faster than you anyway!
[But, of course, she's following, trotting after him to catch up as they step further into the darkness of the overgrown path.
They pass more statues, but Altria knows better now than to look at them, despite her curiosity--and soon enough, the trees give way to... what seems to be a graveyard.]