The labyrinth was on his list of places to visit and explore in more detail, but with everything else going on it had taken the lorekeeper a while to find his way out there. Notebook in hand for mapping its path, grey furred cloak bundled up tightly around his slender frame to stay warm, the tall man stepped carefully over the snow, picking his path with the rueful thought that perhaps he should have traveled in fox form.
But opposable thumbs were just so damn useful, weren't the--
"Damn!" He cursed as the snow collapsed beneath him, biting the word off as he scrambled to stop his slide into the sinkhole that had been hidden beneath the snow. The notebook was dropped in his search for purchase - less than seconds as he tumbled down...
down...
DOWN.
He should have been lying broken and bleeding on the rocks below. He knew that. And yet... Soft boots touched slick ice and he settled, feather-light and unharmed on the ground beneath the world. The lorekeeper settled into a crouch, looking around in startlement, then up from whence he'd come.
There was no sun, no sky, no snowy pit. Only his own reflection, white and grey reflecting through the blue, blue ice into infinity. And around him...
Silence.
Shivering, pulling his cloak closer as fear and cold both struck a physical response from his slender frame, Jigano straightened. Dream? Portal? Or something else? His face settled into grimly thoughtful lines as he settled in to wait before taking another step he might regret.
But opposable thumbs were just so damn useful, weren't the--
"Damn!" He cursed as the snow collapsed beneath him, biting the word off as he scrambled to stop his slide into the sinkhole that had been hidden beneath the snow. The notebook was dropped in his search for purchase - less than seconds as he tumbled down...
down...
DOWN.
He should have been lying broken and bleeding on the rocks below. He knew that. And yet... Soft boots touched slick ice and he settled, feather-light and unharmed on the ground beneath the world. The lorekeeper settled into a crouch, looking around in startlement, then up from whence he'd come.
There was no sun, no sky, no snowy pit. Only his own reflection, white and grey reflecting through the blue, blue ice into infinity. And around him...
Silence.
Shivering, pulling his cloak closer as fear and cold both struck a physical response from his slender frame, Jigano straightened. Dream? Portal? Or something else? His face settled into grimly thoughtful lines as he settled in to wait before taking another step he might regret.
