“Where are we going?” Ariadne asked. They had been walking at a steady incline for about an hour, and she was lagging. “Up,” he replied. Her silence worried him, and he paused to look behind him in time to see a fig flying toward his face. Dionysus caught it and narrowed his eyes. “It’s not nice to throw things.” “I wasn’t trying to be nice,” she hissed. He sighed and then descended to her. He drew the water skin from around his neck and handed it to her. “We need the height so we can see where we’re at,” he said as she took a drink from the bottle. “You want to go all the way up this mountain
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