"Care and safety to you as well," the bard wished Seiji and Lily, bowing his head solemnly in acknowledgment. With a more mundane lantern in his hand he might have felt a little less comfort, but in truth he trusted Amalia's antler-staff and had no wish to see the young man or lovely woman run into trouble because they lacked the protection a magical light might provide. "We'll see you back here soon." With a smile of encouragement he turned to join Amalia and follow her lead down the darker tunnel.
As soon as he was out of sight of the others he nibbled his lip, then let his eyes shift to those of a fox, iris widening to displace the white of his eyes and pupil lengthening to more of a vertical slit that then widened to take in the dim red light of the antler and the gentler glow of Seiji's lantern. At the sight of the carved-in graffiti he paused for a moment, raising his fingers to trace the lettering in the air. The light of the star began to swiftly dim and he bit back a protest. "This might be a warning - or directions," he suggested to his companion, his voice a little wistful, but he obediently followed behind her and their glowing guide. "Perhaps on the way back we can stop and take a few rubbings and notes..." There was a pair of cracked spectacles in his pocket that might help to decipher some of the writing, but since the starmote was in a rush he reluctantly continued on. His eyes scanned the walls as they walked, however, studying the carved words in particular and trying to discern a pattern or similarity between them - or a growing emphasis in how deeply they were carved.
As soon as he was out of sight of the others he nibbled his lip, then let his eyes shift to those of a fox, iris widening to displace the white of his eyes and pupil lengthening to more of a vertical slit that then widened to take in the dim red light of the antler and the gentler glow of Seiji's lantern. At the sight of the carved-in graffiti he paused for a moment, raising his fingers to trace the lettering in the air. The light of the star began to swiftly dim and he bit back a protest. "This might be a warning - or directions," he suggested to his companion, his voice a little wistful, but he obediently followed behind her and their glowing guide. "Perhaps on the way back we can stop and take a few rubbings and notes..." There was a pair of cracked spectacles in his pocket that might help to decipher some of the writing, but since the starmote was in a rush he reluctantly continued on. His eyes scanned the walls as they walked, however, studying the carved words in particular and trying to discern a pattern or similarity between them - or a growing emphasis in how deeply they were carved.
