Starglow Basin we're more ghosts than people

even with her prayer, even with her thin hope, even with the presence of @Colt, nothing could save Redbird from the results of her mania. Scurrying at first felt purposeful, being led impulsively across the redstone and through chasms of bone, carrying the jaw which was imbued with the spirit.
the path forked and dipped too often. when she thought she found her way out, she found a dead end, or a steep drop, or cacti blockading her passage.
with growing frustration her teeth cut deeper grooves in the bone; but she wouldn't quit, intent on finding a way out for the both of them.