Why was it that she had come here? Why was it that she set herself such miserable tasks such as this, to explore the interlacing caverns and tunells of this den of serpents... Of course the reason was obvious, and yet Evalin did not wish to think on the logic of her current situation.
The lights were dim here, just enough to see by and for Evalin not to light a new source herself. She left her staff behind, for fear fo what might happen should one of the creatures take an interest in it. As she was now, Evalin felt that she did not require its constant presence like once she used to. Now she was different, changed somewhat, powerful in and of herself without quite as much need for otherworldly sources to enforce her will and aid her in protection... Still though, it was with some comfort that her hand moved to gently stroke the smooth surface of the gem that hung about her neck What think you we shall find Tsenrika, should we continue on down this path and not stop?
The familiar seemed to be changing as well. Of late he was not quite so quiet as he once was. He spoke with her more, offered his thoughts and opinions to her, and even guided her when she began to lose her path. A strengthening had started to affect their bond, and now the nuit could even feel some inclining to this creatures own emotions should he allow it, or were he not paying attention. Thus she almost eagerly awaited his answer, finding their talks one of the few things of entertainment to be found in this cage of stone.
A dead end and miles of tunnels with which to return by, or rather never should we return for never could we navigate our way back if so deep were we to go.
Evalin smiled, and actually laughed, Yes I suspect you are correct. Of many things am I knowledgeable of, but not the likes of tunnels and caves." and just as quickly as it came, conversations would end and both would slip into silence once more. thus was their relation ship, a give and take of intermingling silence and talk, brooding and advising. IN truth Evalin preferred it this way, for she had her own musings to entertain as she was sure Tsenrika did as well.
The deeper she went the more and more Evalin found her pace Begining to slow. The slope of the path, the uneven terrain and in places the moisture and slippery surfaces made it so that the nuit had difficulty simply standing, let alone keeping a steady pace for bells. She found herself using the wall to steady herself, each foot being placed with careful precision, not wishing to think of what should happen if she fell and slid down the path into deepening darkness. Perhaps there was an unground cliff that she might tumble over? Or perhaps a creature, unseen in the night, lurked somewhere just beyond sight? No, best actions as of now were cautious ones. One's that required Evalin to carefully think and plan before enacting.
Then it was that her feet came upon a sensation that was oddly out of place... Soft, yet pliable, and so Evalin looked down in surprise. As she did her hand left the supporting wall, and the other foot, not yet having received the order to halt, continued forward to land on an especially slick patch of stone. In but a moment Evalin found herself go from looking curiously down to glaring furiously up at the curving roof of the tunnel.
"Be damned all these tunnels and the creatures within them! Such is no place for the likes of an immortal, no indeed not." A bit more frustrated grumbling came as Evalin slowly sat up, turning to look back at the sight that had distracted her, "Moss... Such was moss that I stumbled upon?" She turned to get upon her hands and knees, crawling up the couple feet she had slid when she fell to get a better look at her discovery.
So it seems. Mind your footing, for fear you might slide further down the tunnel in your haste. He chuckled in her mind, slightly irritating the girl who simply ignored him for the time being.
"But why is moss here? Thought I that it could only grow on the surface, where light were available for it." Crawling closer to examine it, Evalin pressed her hand onto its soft surface, running her fingers over the misplaced bit of living life in this cavern of cold blooded monsters, "How curious..."
