ISLA
Isla's keen hearing does pick up on the sound of chittering from overhead, but as she turns to look over her shoulder, Wessex and Nikolai are already on the case. Which is a fairly good thing, given what happens to Darkeye next. Swearing under her breath, Isla is also quick to act. "Try not to move too much!" she advises, worried that the floor will give away further if they start to shift their weight.
Hugging the walls of the stucture where things look much more stable, Isla inches over to where Maea and Darkeye are (hopefully) rescuing the latter. She holds out her spade to them to give either one something to hold onto, without her needing to inch out onto uneven ground. Things are never easy.
Hugging the walls of the stucture where things look much more stable, Isla inches over to where Maea and Darkeye are (hopefully) rescuing the latter. She holds out her spade to them to give either one something to hold onto, without her needing to inch out onto uneven ground. Things are never easy.
apres moi le deluge
after me comes the flood
after me comes the flood
