Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
Adventure pulled at her seams, a spring in her step that hadn’t been present in a while – something daring and intrepid skittering along her veins, rather than the listless, uncertain air constantly plaguing her sentiments lately. Lantern high in hand, and the map in the other, she traversed with Evie down into the aperture and cave openings of the Fingers. It’d been their best bet at the moment, surveying and studying the figures and pictures again, pondering if some portions were tunnels, or something else entirely.
Worth a shot, anyway.
“I suppose we can start here,” and she shrugged, hoping they’d guessed correctly on the northeast tunnel by Aumakua. There were other options available, if they pinpointed on isles and the configurations, but they’d likely have to go further before they could press much more thought into the possibilities. At least the Fingers were familiar to Melita – she’d gone through quite a few of the interloping, warren intricacies.
Worth a shot, anyway.
“I suppose we can start here,” and she shrugged, hoping they’d guessed correctly on the northeast tunnel by Aumakua. There were other options available, if they pinpointed on isles and the configurations, but they’d likely have to go further before they could press much more thought into the possibilities. At least the Fingers were familiar to Melita – she’d gone through quite a few of the interloping, warren intricacies.
Melita
