"Well, Amertine. It seems we can choose to proceed by way of the valley itself, or along the more obscure paths along the mountain ridge. The valley will be wet, and slow. The ridge will be cold, and high. What do you think?" Willoughby pauses for a moment, and then preempts Amertine's reply with "I believe it would be best to take... neither one, actually. Not as such."
Gravely surveying the area, Willoughby opens the largest door, and then glides to the cleanest section of the floor. With his back to Amertine, he begins unrolling a large carpet with an amazing design-- thin ribbons of many colors interlaced and layered in a fantastically complex pattern, with aquamarine, burgundy, and gold being the dominant colors. The carpet unrolled, Willoughby proceeds to sit cross-legged in its center, and beckons Amertine to join him.
"Carpet, would you please adjust yourself upwards?" Willoughby inquires, and the carpet floats about six feet off the floor, tassels rippling slightly. "Ah yes. Forward, if you don't mind." The carpet glides noiselessly out the door, and Willoughby stops briefly to close the door behind him before setting out roughly along the path of the mountain ridge, above the cloud cover.
The carpet moves at an alarming speed.
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