"Which one?" Kalen asked.
They had reached a point in their journey that they had to stop and take a moment to think.
"Which way should we take?" he said.
Their eyes were glued to the doorways that stood before them. Three paths, each leading in a different direction.
"We do not have the time to think about it," said Makr. The young Reimyr forged ahead, running past the rest and moving into one of the doorways.
"I'll be taking this on!" he exclaimed.
"Calm down, Makr!" Chesca yelled, trying to reach out to her brother but the young man was hardheaded.
The hot-headed half of the Reimyr siblings fired on with his words. "You can follow me or spend time thinking about it."
Makr Reimyr ran through his chosen path that was the rightmost one.
"We should split up. I'll go with him," Felin said.
Chesca sighed. She was forced to make a decision because of her hot-headed brother. "Me too. I'm coming with you," she said, "My brother can be such a handful."
