[truth be told, wanda hasn't had a lot of time to mind studying the shapes of the arcanas. however, it does breed familiarity, and when he says 'the fool', it reminds her of where she's seen it before—on thor, on himeka.

and while she knows the significance might not quite be the same between their world's understanding of arcanas and abraxas', there is still a line she can draw on.]

Picking out The Fool from a deck of tarot cards represents someone that does not care for any possible dangers. They welcome adventure, untroubled by what may lay ahead.

[—could be related to their current predicament of being literally in the dark of what lies ahead in this labyrinth, dark as it is without their magic lighting their way. stephen clicks his tongue and makes a general assessment of their situation at large.

as it were, she is about to agree, when he gets cut short by the sound of something from within the darkness. wanda delays a verbal response; she hears his thoughts clearly in her mind.]

Yes.

[innocuous and simple as her reply may be, wanda draws in a deep breath and closes her eyes, trying to get her telepathy to spread like tendrils into the darkness, though she is uncertain of where to focus her efforts. no matter—soon enough, she links with something—something familiar but horrifying. mindless to a point.

she opens her eyes again.]

It's blind, but it can — sense us. Noise or temperature, one of the two.

[without a missing a beat, she closes her fists and her magic disappears, throwing them into some amount of darkness. she is careful to not shuffle her feet on the ground, lifting herself up instead to levitate just a few inches off it, gliding back a bit as the sound is a little louder, a little closer.

not that they can't handle it, but do they even want to tackle a monster in the maze? would there be more, and would they be attracted to the noise?]