RAY
In ancient times
cats were worshipped as gods
cats were worshipped as gods
Ray takes a breath, trying to adjust to having a bubble around her head. It feels bizarre but it's not uncomfortable. And she can breathe comfortably, and that's all that matters. "How much air do I have? I don't want to run out while we're down there." She notes her biggest concern about the arrangement. Ray is nervous too, but her eagerness to help is pushing it to the backburner.
At the last question, Ray lets out a deep breath. Her eyes glance down, following the drop into water and darkness. It's daunting, and she's not sure what they'll find. She gives Amalia a nod. "Let's do this."
At the last question, Ray lets out a deep breath. Her eyes glance down, following the drop into water and darkness. It's daunting, and she's not sure what they'll find. She gives Amalia a nod. "Let's do this."
They have not
forgotten this
forgotten this
