Shaking my head in an effort to focus myself, I kept on climbing, ignoring any sort of novelty or scenery I might come across in favor of staring and following at the bond that Flare and I shared. The strand pulsed orange every so often; a faint energy coursing through it every few seconds or so.
Was I getting close? "Flare?"
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No response. Cause of course there would be no response.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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