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The last time Tilney had wondered this far south was when he met for the first time with the Sun God. It was this of the four deities he felt the closest to; a lord of light and healing. Would he find him here again? Descending into the caves, Tilney felt his courageous heart sting slightly with fear. It was a little dark in here but there was enough light to see through his nightblind irises. "woah" he whispered, his gaze collecting the extraordinary sight of dark stalagmites and stalactites.
Treading delicately over the quartz and mineral, he breathed a shaky breath. What sort of creatures would call this place home? He could imagine the sorts of dark beings that roamed such cold, damp, dark places.
Each room had a different character. Stepping through a wide room filled with drawings , he gazed at each scribe. Deciphering what they meant was a challenge, but he could only assume these illustrations were of the gods. Tilney weaved back through the sanctuary and around to a loud, thunderous room filled with spilling water. Watching closely at its source at the height of the room he wondered where the water was actually coming from. It was then that a soft echo hit his audits; a female voice was threading over each stalagmite and wall until it reached his gold ears. how long... was all he really managed to hear.
He could trust that this voice was not the call of a monstrous creature, it had to be a fellow helovian. Treading between rooms, he soon found himself surrounded by moss, glowing death caps and vines. he had to watch his crown as he stepped, though clumsily he ambled right into a low hanging vine. Turning and twisting to shake it form his antlers, it soon became a tangled mess on his head. It was then that he noticed the source of the melodic echoes. It was a stout fae, violet and roaned. He was slightly embarrassed to present himself to her like this; a tangled mess, but no matter he thought. "Greetings, ma'am" he uttered, proceeding to try to knock the vines from his crown.
@Lothíriel
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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