"That doesn't seem right."

She had been so certain of her pathing, too, committing to memory the lefts and rights as she took them away from camp. Now, stopped in the center of the unfamiliar corridor, Talis cocked her head and puzzled over the cavern before them -- the pool of unmarked water at its center, the sloping walls as if compressed and crimped by the hands of giants. 

"We would've remembered this. Wouldn't we?"

Anima tilted its head, too. Its small head made a clicking noise against its flat, sharp body. Talis hadn't yet decided if the golem felt in the way that coursers and organic creatures did, or if it only possessed the capacity for convincing mimicry, but she permitted herself to feel less alone for its company all the same.

"I suppose we'd better turn around?" 

Until something looked familiar again. The pool of water rippled, a slow and windless tide. Hypnotic. 

Seren had said something about getting lost -- downhill and moss. Talis couldn't remember it anymore, although she remembered thinking it was clever at the time.

Anima's head swiveled and clicked. Its little rough-cut legs moved towards an archway Talis hadn't noticed. Had it been there before at all, she wondered, or had it just appeared, a silent shifting of vast stone networks?

She followed the golem anyway, peering through the arch. 

"That's not right, either."

There was camp, Seren and Nuada and Gwp, corridors removed from where they should be, caverns rearranged to come to her. The dying embers of fire that they had made. Anima scurried towards them. 

Talis, uncomplaining, followed after.