fly on

Nothing materialized magically from the glen beyond him, and Mordecai was just as content to begin his debate of crossing the winding waterway. It was broad like a river, yet shallow enough he was inclined to call it some sort of a flowing lake. Surely there was some terminology for it, but it eluded him. Then again, he was just as inclined to believe that maybe there wasn't a specific word for it.

Either way, those thoughts were laid to rest swiftly when a grumbling, growing voice reached out of the depths behind him. His head turned faster than the recognition came to him, but it came just as swiftly. Charon. Only, Charon looked downright awful in places; concern fluttered across his face just as much as a certain tension arose in him.

"What happened to you?" he asked instead. Though it were obvious he had been involved in some sort of a disagreement, Mordecai was surprised of the outcome.