[There are no taunts, no direct confrontations, but maybe that's worse.

There are only glimpses of flowing cloth, the sound of bells and the flitting noise of loosed arrows. Here and there, when a corner is turned, a flash of a humanoid figure with a beatific smile, a sharp glint of color as the sunlight reflects off the tips of their bows--sometimes white, sometimes deep blue.

They're barely past the entrance when Cairngorm surges forward in pursuit, limbs taut with anger and fear. One of the figures stops at at the end of a corridor, as if waiting, and in its arms is a second, smaller figure. It glints like the arrowtips, but whatever color it is, you can't see, because Cairngorm slices through it with their saw as quickly as breathing.

It dissipates, and the saw instead hits the stone wall of the maze and embeds itself. Fine cracks run up Cairngorm's own arms from the impact; they don't seem to notice, and instead let go and fall to their knees, shaking.]

[Cairngorm has never seen a handcuff in their life, but it doesn't take much examination to get the gist.

The first thing they try to do, after you both wake up, is try to see if they can tear it apart. By yanking it. And since they're literally made of quartz, they can yank really fucking hard. (In fact, it's very likely you'll fall over, while they look very unimpressed at you.)

And when that inevitably doesn't work the next step is to try and break it the chain using other means. Or their own hand off, eventually, if you're particularly annoying. It's not that big a deal, really. It'll reattach.]