บท 93: AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

Giovanni traipsed through the tangled undergrowth, staring at the sun filtering through the verdant canopy above them. The lush foliage and twisted branches cast dappled shadows across their path. Throughout their rather long trek, he kept asking the polite pixie out of the two questions about every little foreign thing they came across. Patiently, she explained to him what each fey creature was and what they did in this realm.

When they approached the old wooden bridge that the pixie spoke about when giving them directions to the… glade, spanning the turbulent stream below, Luciano evidently paused and eyed it warily. He watched him as he stepped onto the bridge tentatively, testing the plank with a delicate touch. The structure creaked and groaned under his weight, letting out a weary sigh.

"Watch your step," Luciano called over his shoulder, his voice laced with an uncharacteristic note of playfulness.

He rolled his eyes. "Why would you go and say that?"