[The delay in her response is understandable, given that there's so much to look at, and so many curves in the path to keep track of. It doesn't help that they have to call back and forth to each other, unable to pedal side by side. But he doesn't mind the stretches when they're not talking. The garden is a familiar companion by now.
When Annabeth announces that she's ready for the trails, Wilhelm throws her a grin.]
Okay. Let's go.
[First, they have to get to the castle's back gate — which they were already vaguely heading toward anyway, but now they can cut across a more direct route. From there, it's a short intermission on the road before they can veer off onto a trail. To one side stretches a rolling meadow dotted with wildflowers; copses of trees start to thicken into forest on the other. Here, the dirt is hard-packed beneath their bike wheels, interrupted by occasional tree roots and rocks.]
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When Annabeth announces that she's ready for the trails, Wilhelm throws her a grin.]
Okay. Let's go.
[First, they have to get to the castle's back gate — which they were already vaguely heading toward anyway, but now they can cut across a more direct route. From there, it's a short intermission on the road before they can veer off onto a trail. To one side stretches a rolling meadow dotted with wildflowers; copses of trees start to thicken into forest on the other. Here, the dirt is hard-packed beneath their bike wheels, interrupted by occasional tree roots and rocks.]
Nice to get out of the castle, isn't it?