I can't say I'm particularly fond of dark places. It might seem odd, given my profession and colored coat, but as shy and secretive as I might be by nature, and as hidden and illusive as I practice for survival, I rather enjoy standing in the light. I think if I really admitted it to myself, I want to be seen, to be noticed, to be heard. Maybe I'm not bouncing up in the back row to get noticed, or standing up in a tense situation - I'm definitely not a hero. I am an artist though, and all artists take pride in their work. We want to share it with the world, we want it to be admired and loved the way we love it.

My art cannot be loved in the dark, it blends in too much.
My voice cannot carry in the dark, it gets snuffed out.

I am the dark, and as such, I need the light.

So I guess if you understand all of that as well as I do, you're wondering just as much as I am, why the hell I'm in these caves. I've sort of grown up to be a wanderer, although I don't think I really like to be, it just sort of is, just like many things in life just are. Maybe I'm just searching for something still and I won't be able to rest until I find it; there's that fuzziness that still drifts in and out of certain thoughts, and all those strange dreams I have at night about mists and dragons. So I guess I wandered here because that's what I do, and I poked my head in because why not?. Now I'm in the dark though, and I find it utterly alienating and lonely.

I shudder as I press deeper into the halls, losing my way but still marching on, because if I'm being honest I think I've been lost ever since I've been born so it's not a new sensation. I'm enticed by the faint glowing light that is emanating from an upcoming chamber, and like that sad little fish in the ocean depths being lured in by a big hungry fish, I stumble towards it, blind and reckless. I don't get eaten though, at least not in the pure definition. I am definitely swallowed by light, specifically the eerie- false light of this underground source that I can't say I've ever had to experience before. It bathes me in its strangeness, shining off my coat and casting me in shadows and sunbursts. I blink, bewildered.

The sound of water echoes through the passage, causing my head to turn, curious and cautious. The caves were lonely enough without actually needing to be alone, so company was certainly welcome, yet just as equally the caves were strange enough that I didn't need a stranger here to make them any more dangerous. I definitely don't like water, perhaps if not equally, more than I dislike the dark.

What have I gotten myself into?

@[Nym]