Strange noises echo back at them, moist but hardly threatening. Seiji's pace slows a fraction, surprise and curiosity written in equal parts on his features. In answer to Lily's statement, he nods. "We'll be careful,", he says anyway, his voice low. But then he lifts his head and calls out to whatever awaits them down the tunnel. "Hello, we ask permission to pass through here, please." There is no time to wait. The goddess leads them onward. If whatever it is wishes to deny them...
Well, it is little more than formality, to be perfectly honest.
Something like muscle memory, maybe. Training etched so deeply into the grooves of his skull Seiji acts on it without recalling the fundamentals of why. The knife Kiada gave him is within reach, the spark bird feather illuminates the cavern bravely, and he and Lily with continue forward until doing so becomes impossible.
Well, it is little more than formality, to be perfectly honest.
Something like muscle memory, maybe. Training etched so deeply into the grooves of his skull Seiji acts on it without recalling the fundamentals of why. The knife Kiada gave him is within reach, the spark bird feather illuminates the cavern bravely, and he and Lily with continue forward until doing so becomes impossible.
