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If it glows, I take - Rhoa - 12-27-2014 .titles { width: 320px; line-height: 56%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 70px; text-align: center; color: #FE7597; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #83E1CD; padding-bottom: 14px; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-bottom: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; padding-top: 6px; } #faclaim { width: 320px; height: 320px; position: relative; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 10px; } .fcl { float: left; } .fcl label { display: block; width: 160px; height: 160px; position: relative; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; } .fcl input[type=checkbox] { display: none; } .fcb { position: absolute; width: 148px; height: 154px; left: 0; top: 0px; background-color: #fff; z-index: -1; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transform: scale(0); -moz-transform: scale(0); -o-transform: scale(0); overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 114%; padding: 6px 2px 0px 0px; } .fcb::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 4px; } .fcb label { position: absolute; top: -1px; left: 1px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 4px; height: 4px; color: #000; text-align: center; background: transparent; z-index: 8; } .fcl input[type=checkbox]:checked ~ label ~ .fcb { z-index: 5; opacity: 1; height: 154px; width: 158px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-transform: scale(1); -moz-transform: scale(1); -o-transform: scale(1); } .bluie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #83E1CD; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #C8FADB; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } .pinkie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } </style> Rhoa
Why did I think I could do this on my own? When did I develop such a big mouth and need to impress others? Stupid bird-lady. Stupid egg. I'm blaming them - it's far easier than any self-reflection I might try to engage myself in. Nopenopenope. Blaming the world, that's what it's about now. At least ... for the time being. I feel too alone right now to try and work through my demons and darkness. Maybe later, but for now ... for now I'll just stomach all those emotions and do what I need to.
And right now that means finding some glowing ... err. I realize that I'm not entirely sure. I just sort of volunteered and left. I know what glowing means (my wings do glow. Sort of. I suppose they actually burn but - er. Not the point). But what will be glowing? Rocks? Moss? Water? Animals? Hmm... I fold my wings to my flanks as I enter the caves. Luckily they aren't far from the Throat at all, so it didn't take me very long to get here, although I've never actually ventured below before. I know Father says that this is where they all hid when the wraith invasion happened. It's so weird to think about ... that everyone would just ... hide. Especially Father. I know there wasn't really anything they could do - the wraiths couldn't be fought - but it's still weird to imagine Father just .. waiting down here, in the darkness. Snorting I timidly peer around as my hooves clack against the hard ground. I open my wings a little so that the pulsing light can help illuminate the way. Shivering slightly I look up into the opening one last time, wishing that I had asked someone to come with me. But the bird-lady told me to be brave ... but lately bravery seemed like it either means doing something stupid, or doing something that gets you hurt. Hopefully this will turn out to be neither. "Okay. Glowing. That can't be too hard." I mumble to myself encouragingly as I begin to walk down one of the tunnels. RE: If it glows, I take - Adelric - 12-30-2014
RE: If it glows, I take - Rhoa - 12-31-2014 .titles { width: 320px; line-height: 56%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 70px; text-align: center; color: #FE7597; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #83E1CD; padding-bottom: 14px; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-bottom: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; padding-top: 6px; } #faclaim { width: 320px; height: 320px; position: relative; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 10px; } .fcl { float: left; } .fcl label { display: block; width: 160px; height: 160px; position: relative; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; } .fcl input[type=checkbox] { display: none; } .fcb { position: absolute; width: 148px; height: 154px; left: 0; top: 0px; background-color: #fff; z-index: -1; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transform: scale(0); -moz-transform: scale(0); -o-transform: scale(0); overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 114%; padding: 6px 2px 0px 0px; } .fcb::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 4px; } .fcb label { position: absolute; top: -1px; left: 1px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 4px; height: 4px; color: #000; text-align: center; background: transparent; z-index: 8; } .fcl input[type=checkbox]:checked ~ label ~ .fcb { z-index: 5; opacity: 1; height: 154px; width: 158px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-transform: scale(1); -moz-transform: scale(1); -o-transform: scale(1); } .bluie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #83E1CD; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #C8FADB; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } .pinkie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } </style> Rhoa
I hear something and immediately my legs turn to water. Ice water. I'm filled with it. My body begins to shake as adrenaline courses through my veins. I don't think I've ever been so frightened before in my life. But what am I even frightened of? I'm allowed to be here, it isn't like I'm doing anything wrong. And .. it's the middle of the day practically. You can't see if from down here, but up there the world is still bathed in light.
Am I .. afraid of the dark? Is that what I've just learned? Because I've never been afraid like this before, but I've also never been alone like this before in the dark. I mean, I"m alone in the Throat all the time (don't even get me started), and I've never felt this cold sloshy feeling in my stomach before. Dear bird-lady. You're right. I'm not brave. Please just take it back. Take back whatever it is. I promise I"ll try harder! I silently pray as I'm now sure that this is my punishment for my bitter attitude on the beach. I can do better! I can! I'll learn to be brave I'll- Oh. It suddenly occurs to me that maybe this isn't the bird-lady ending my life, but perhaps testing me? I want to push the thought away as soon as it enters into my mind because I don't want this to be a test. In fact, I just want to fold my wings against my sides to stop them from glowing and to hide in a corner unseen. But I can hear the bird-lady's cackle in my mind. She wouldn't be pleased. Then again, neither would Father. Unwillingly, I force himself to turn around. My wings unsteadily hang from my shoulders, flitting slightly as my small body continues to vibrate with energy. I can hear hooves now. Lots of them. Whoever it is, they aren't alone. Swallowing, I force myself (and I do mean force) to raise my wings which casts a weak pulsing light down the tunnel I had just come from. If Father were here his light would go much farther, but this is all that I have. "H-Hello?" I call out, feeling immediate shame and embarrassment as my voice shuddered out of apprehension at who (or what) might answer. Was it too late to take it back and hide in the darkness ? RE: If it glows, I take - Adelric - 01-01-2015
RE: If it glows, I take - Rhoa - 01-03-2015 .titles { width: 320px; line-height: 56%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 70px; text-align: center; color: #FE7597; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #83E1CD; padding-bottom: 14px; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-bottom: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; padding-top: 6px; } #faclaim { width: 320px; height: 320px; position: relative; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 10px; } .fcl { float: left; } .fcl label { display: block; width: 160px; height: 160px; position: relative; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; } .fcl input[type=checkbox] { display: none; } .fcb { position: absolute; width: 148px; height: 154px; left: 0; top: 0px; background-color: #fff; z-index: -1; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transform: scale(0); -moz-transform: scale(0); -o-transform: scale(0); overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 114%; padding: 6px 2px 0px 0px; } .fcb::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 4px; } .fcb label { position: absolute; top: -1px; left: 1px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 4px; height: 4px; color: #000; text-align: center; background: transparent; z-index: 8; } .fcl input[type=checkbox]:checked ~ label ~ .fcb { z-index: 5; opacity: 1; height: 154px; width: 158px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-transform: scale(1); -moz-transform: scale(1); -o-transform: scale(1); } .bluie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #83E1CD; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #C8FADB; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } .pinkie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } </style> Rhoa
You're not a monster.
Well thank you for noticing comes the reply in my throat, but I don't say anything. It's just another thing that I'm not. I can't believe I am going to sulk about not being a monster when 3 seconds ago I thought I was going to die at the hands of one. But I notice how utterly disappointed he looks and I just can't help it. It's then that my eyes slide to side and fall upon his companion. It's beautiful. I don't know what it is but ... But I am jealous of it. At least they have each other. They apparently are looking for monsters while I ... I have no one to fight monsters with in the dark. When the boy is disappointed at least he'll have his friend. When I am disappointed all I have are duty and obligation. He asks what I am doing and the reminder of what it is I'm here to do and why it is I'm here to do it feel crushing. "I'm here to gather glowing things ... moss I think.." I answer rather distractedly, still thinking about how stupid I was to come down here alone. ... for the festival of the Sun.." I finish, my gaze snapping back to Adelric's. I catch him looking at my wing which causes me to shuffle self consciously. Does he think the glowing ember pattern is strange? Does he think it's ugly? I tuck my wings against my sooty flanks, ruffling my feathers uncomfortably with the swiftness of the motion. JUST STOP I want to scream. I KNOW I'M THE WORST. JUST GO AWAY WOULD YOU. But of course I don't. I have been raised to be polite and courteous. "No monsters." I confirm with a bitter laugh, as if moments ago I hadn't been completely certain that there were. When did I become such a liar? "But you never know ... Further down there might be some. I think I heard sounds that way." I indicate, motioning over my shoulder with my muzzle. I'd really like this fellow to come along, even if I'm not so sure about him. I don't want to be alone down here. And who knows, there really could be monsters. "You can come with me if you want. If you aren't afraid I guess." A liar and a manipulator ? RE: If it glows, I take - Adelric - 01-05-2015
RE: If it glows, I take - Rhoa - 02-08-2015 .titles { width: 320px; line-height: 56%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 70px; text-align: center; color: #FE7597; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #83E1CD; padding-bottom: 14px; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-bottom: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; padding-top: 6px; } #faclaim { width: 320px; height: 320px; position: relative; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 10px; } .fcl { float: left; } .fcl label { display: block; width: 160px; height: 160px; position: relative; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; } .fcl input[type=checkbox] { display: none; } .fcb { position: absolute; width: 148px; height: 154px; left: 0; top: 0px; background-color: #fff; z-index: -1; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transform: scale(0); -moz-transform: scale(0); -o-transform: scale(0); overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 114%; padding: 6px 2px 0px 0px; } .fcb::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 4px; } .fcb label { position: absolute; top: -1px; left: 1px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 4px; height: 4px; color: #000; text-align: center; background: transparent; z-index: 8; } .fcl input[type=checkbox]:checked ~ label ~ .fcb { z-index: 5; opacity: 1; height: 154px; width: 158px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-transform: scale(1); -moz-transform: scale(1); -o-transform: scale(1); } .bluie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #83E1CD; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #C8FADB; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } .pinkie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } </style> Rhoa
As the cerndyr begins to glow I feel unimaginably useless. The one thing I had was my glowing wings. Sure, Ivezho's whole body glows and Father is always on fire, but at least I had this. I was supposed to be the light in this darkness, I was going to the illiminator. Now I don't even have that. I realize I've been staring at the points of light coming from the Cerndyr, but as I pull my gaze away I am blinded. White spots dance and swim through my vision making it impossible to see anything. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming my extreme frustration, I've become rather good at holding my feelings inside. Father would be proud I think bitterly.
"Oh good." I manage to mumble, blinking stupidly and turning down the dark corridor. My lips move as a mime silent conversations I'm having with myself. If they aren't afraid of monsters and have their own light source why are they even with me? Why don't they just go and have some great adventure all on their own. I'm sure I'm just holding them back. But they are coming with me. Maybe that's something. The bigger boy makes a joke, and I can't help but smile. I don't want to, and the feeling of relief and amusement that forces itself inside of me is bittersweet. "Hah. Okay. Deal. I'm Rhoa by the way. So why are you down here?" I asked slightly more confidently, easing into the conversation. As we walk, I let my wings hang open casting a warming light onto the reflective walls of the cave. It isn't as bright as the cerndyr, but I'm trying to let that go. Just because my light isn't as bright doesn't mean I'm not contributing right? I certainly hope so, because this is basically a metaphor for my whole entire life at the moment. I am not as strong as Father, or as wise as Mother. Ivezho's magic is larger than mine, but I am trying. I am contributing. That counts doesn't it? I look at the walls, knowing nothing about their origin or composition. In the Throat we have nothing like this at all. I know about sand and irrigation but ... these sorts of organic structures are completely alien to me. "How do these caves even form?" I ask aloud, although I'm not really expecting an answer. Rather naively and ignorantly I assume that Alderic has roughly the same body of knowledge that I do. RE: If it glows, I take - Adelric - 02-09-2015
RE: If it glows, I take - Rhoa - 02-09-2015 .titles { width: 320px; line-height: 56%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 70px; text-align: center; color: #FE7597; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #83E1CD; padding-bottom: 14px; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-bottom: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; padding-top: 6px; } #faclaim { width: 320px; height: 320px; position: relative; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 10px; } .fcl { float: left; } .fcl label { display: block; width: 160px; height: 160px; position: relative; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; } .fcl input[type=checkbox] { display: none; } .fcb { position: absolute; width: 148px; height: 154px; left: 0; top: 0px; background-color: #fff; z-index: -1; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transform: scale(0); -moz-transform: scale(0); -o-transform: scale(0); overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 114%; padding: 6px 2px 0px 0px; } .fcb::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 4px; } .fcb label { position: absolute; top: -1px; left: 1px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 4px; height: 4px; color: #000; text-align: center; background: transparent; z-index: 8; } .fcl input[type=checkbox]:checked ~ label ~ .fcb { z-index: 5; opacity: 1; height: 154px; width: 158px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-transform: scale(1); -moz-transform: scale(1); -o-transform: scale(1); } .bluie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #83E1CD; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #C8FADB; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } .pinkie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } </style> Rhoa
Adelric ? What a strange name. It's like a girl name followed by a boy name. If I knew anything about Adelric being a hybrid, I might think that there was something particularly apt about his name, but instead I merely shrug. I didn't name myself, and assume that the oddly pattered fellow didn't either. "I'm Rhoa-Why would you follow me?" I smush the sentences together as his previous answer clicks in my brain. Funny how I am not concerned about the fact that he was following me, but was instead curious that it was me he followed.
I think a shrink would probably have a field day with me. It all started one day when I met the bird-lady .... At first I wonder why we're suddenly talking about the fact that trees can crack rock, until he continued that there aren't any trees down here. I consider his statement as a self-conscious itch that he must be much more clever than I am suddenly swamps me. I wouldn't have even thought to say anything like that. I probably would have said something about how the Gods made these caves to save us from the wraiths ... stupid, stupid, stupid! I don't say anything as he asks what else can move rock, instead trying to think of something clever. I wait, as if willing my brain to just think of something, but nothing comes. Defeated, I shrug as we continue to walk through the corridor. "Wind maybe?" I suggest finally. I know wind erosion slowly degrades our beaches back home so ... maybe that could have done this here? His question about the festival leaves me much more able to answer. At least it's a topic that I am the expert on. "I am from the Dragon's Throat and... the Sun God is our patron God. So at the beginning of every TallSun we have a festival in his honour so that he will continue to bestow our herd with his blessings." I recite, just as perfectly as if Mother had just spoken the words to me. "So we gather oil to set on fire, and things that glow and ..." I pause, realizing that I actually don't really know what tasks the others are doing. It isn't as thought I've been alive for a full year yet - this will be my first festival. Still, I don't want to seem completely ignorant, so I shrug as if it's just common knowledge. "You know. Other sun-related stuff. We tell all the herds, and anyone who wants to praise the sun can come." RE: If it glows, I take - Adelric - 02-15-2015
RE: If it glows, I take - Rhoa - 02-23-2015 .titles { width: 320px; line-height: 56%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 70px; text-align: center; color: #FE7597; text-transform: lowercase; border-bottom: 1px dotted #83E1CD; padding-bottom: 14px; position: relative; z-index: 2; margin-bottom: 10px; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; padding-top: 6px; } #faclaim { width: 320px; height: 320px; position: relative; overflow: hidden; margin-top: 10px; } .fcl { float: left; } .fcl label { display: block; width: 160px; height: 160px; position: relative; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; } .fcl input[type=checkbox] { display: none; } .fcb { position: absolute; width: 148px; height: 154px; left: 0; top: 0px; background-color: #fff; z-index: -1; transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -moz-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -ms-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -o-transition: all 1s ease-in-out; -webkit-transform: scale(0); -moz-transform: scale(0); -o-transform: scale(0); overflow: auto; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 114%; padding: 6px 2px 0px 0px; } .fcb::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 4px; } .fcb label { position: absolute; top: -1px; left: 1px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; width: 4px; height: 4px; color: #000; text-align: center; background: transparent; z-index: 8; } .fcl input[type=checkbox]:checked ~ label ~ .fcb { z-index: 5; opacity: 1; height: 154px; width: 158px; background-color: #fff; -webkit-transform: scale(1); -moz-transform: scale(1); -o-transform: scale(1); } .bluie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #83E1CD; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #C8FADB; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } .pinkie { width: 160px; height: 110px; text-align: center; line-height: 100%; font-family: rochester; font-size: 48px; color: #ffffff; text-shadow: 1px 1px #F9FFDF, 2px 2px #FCCFCC; text-transform: lowercase; background: #fff; padding-top: 50px; } </style> Rhoa
I did not notice the little twinkle, and would have just continued walking had Adelric's voice not drawn my attention back to where the duo had stopped. The glimmer of whatever object Adelric pulls out of the wall catches the light, and for a moment reflects beautifully. "-oh!" My lips form the word, but I barely make a sound, instead sounding like some sort of squashed rodent. I can't help but immediately feel the ugly pull of jealousy corrupt my vision. That should have been mine, whatever it is. I came down into these tunnels, he was just following me. I was the one trying to be brave, just like the bird-lady said, and once again someone else was rewarded instead of me. Self-righteous angst and anger flooded my veins making me feel cold and angry. Silently I made faces at the pair as Adelric draped the thing over his companion's antlers. How nice for him, I sneer mentally. It isn't enough that he had a companion and probably a family, but why not just give him ... whatever that thing is. I gulp turning away as I feel tears begin to sting my eyes. "Yeah I guess." I try to agree, hating the way my voice sort of wavers. I bite my lip hard to keep from crying out, tiling my head backwards slightly so that none of the tears that are threatened to form can fall from my eyes. Stupid bird-lady. Stupid tunnels, stupid Adelric. Stupid everything- Oh look. Moss! Ahead, by a small pond of water, there is moss growing. It glows with a hauntingly beautiful blue light that seems to draw me closer. At least I found this first. "Hey look!" I call, my voice no longer sounding as pathetic and glum. I trot forward, the sound of my hooves echoing outwards as the tunnel leads into a large room with the pond. I halt near the moss, lowering my head to sniff at it. It smells damp and earthen. Shifting an ear to focus on Adelric, I tilt my head slightly. "Is it safe? What do you think makes it glow?" |