and everybody's gotta breathe somehow
Deimos pulled at the rock so easily, picking out a section to remove and analyze before replacing it and knitting the stone back together again. Alys watched, envious; he could search and search, and no one would be able to tell he'd been there at all. She on the other hand... well, that was what the pickaxe she'd brought along was for.
"It's hot," said Alys flatly. And dark. And dismal. But then, a quest such as mining for precious stones wouldn't be easy, so she shrugged. "Found anything good?" she asked, peering at the rock on the opposite side of the cavern where Deimos was working. She pried at a crack with her pickaxe, not entirely sure what she was looking for. She knew that rubies would be dull and brown in their unpolished form, and that obsidian should be black and shiny, but where to find it... well, she supposed she had to start somewhere.
"It's hot," said Alys flatly. And dark. And dismal. But then, a quest such as mining for precious stones wouldn't be easy, so she shrugged. "Found anything good?" she asked, peering at the rock on the opposite side of the cavern where Deimos was working. She pried at a crack with her pickaxe, not entirely sure what she was looking for. She knew that rubies would be dull and brown in their unpolished form, and that obsidian should be black and shiny, but where to find it... well, she supposed she had to start somewhere.
ALYS
