I salute you if you're much too much to handle
The heat is stifling, but it doesn't bother Aithne as she hikes down the cliffside to get to the cavern holding the Black Lake. In fact, she revels in it, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face and the distant crackle of fire in the air.
She isn't the only one to come to the lake today. Many Grounds citizens are taking the opportunity to go for a swim in the underground waterway, assuming - probably correctly - that the waters within will be cooler than the waters without. Torches dot the cavern as Aithne descends, providing light in an otherwise pitch black space. The Ancient hops down the last drop of a few feet to land on the cavern floor, near silent in the echoing cave, and pauses, tail flicking behind her, taking in the sheer size of the lake.
Swimmers dot the shallows, but beyond them, everything fades into an inky midnight that not even Aithne can see through. She snags a torch as she passes by, holding it aloft as she makes her way deeper. She's searching for somewhere she can practice playing with fire, away from the prying eyes of those above. It's a new skill, after all, and she doesn't wish to be laughed at as she learns the ropes.
Eventually, she finds somewhere beyond the light of the torches, her light the only one visible. There, she sets her torch in a nook in the rock and sits beside it, studying the flames as they dance. And it is there she will be found, on the edge of practicing, but not yet diving in.
She isn't the only one to come to the lake today. Many Grounds citizens are taking the opportunity to go for a swim in the underground waterway, assuming - probably correctly - that the waters within will be cooler than the waters without. Torches dot the cavern as Aithne descends, providing light in an otherwise pitch black space. The Ancient hops down the last drop of a few feet to land on the cavern floor, near silent in the echoing cave, and pauses, tail flicking behind her, taking in the sheer size of the lake.
Swimmers dot the shallows, but beyond them, everything fades into an inky midnight that not even Aithne can see through. She snags a torch as she passes by, holding it aloft as she makes her way deeper. She's searching for somewhere she can practice playing with fire, away from the prying eyes of those above. It's a new skill, after all, and she doesn't wish to be laughed at as she learns the ropes.
Eventually, she finds somewhere beyond the light of the torches, her light the only one visible. There, she sets her torch in a nook in the rock and sits beside it, studying the flames as they dance. And it is there she will be found, on the edge of practicing, but not yet diving in.
Aithne
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
