and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
Alys had heard the rumors, just as everyone else seemed to have, and she found herself drawn to the Climb as a matter of curiosity about their source. She wandered through the Burrows: a hot, molten cave system that was as dangerous as it was beautiful. Dressed lightly in a loose blouse tucked into dark pants, Alys trod on leather boots through the halls of hell, trying to ignore the heat that plagued her at every turn. She'd grown used to Halo and its chill, and the warmth of the Climb was nothing to be trifled with.
She rounded a bend in the caverns to find Deimos digging in the walls with his earth magic, and she paused for a moment to watch with envy. When she'd come to the Climb, it had been with the knowledge that she'd have to work hard for any rubies or obsidian she came across (with her preference being the latter). To see Deimos pulled at the rock so easily was salt in the wound. Still, perhaps she could work with him to find something they both could use. So she wandered forward, tilting a head to one side as she watched, and said, "Hello, Deimos."
She rounded a bend in the caverns to find Deimos digging in the walls with his earth magic, and she paused for a moment to watch with envy. When she'd come to the Climb, it had been with the knowledge that she'd have to work hard for any rubies or obsidian she came across (with her preference being the latter). To see Deimos pulled at the rock so easily was salt in the wound. Still, perhaps she could work with him to find something they both could use. So she wandered forward, tilting a head to one side as she watched, and said, "Hello, Deimos."
ALYS
