Some like it hot

After her trip to northern Boreas, and very narrowly escaping a blizzard, Nirvana had begun picking her way back down south. Although her route was not direct, and leaned more into western territory, the albino woman was content with the progress she had been making that night. The weather had warmed considerably since leaving the north too. Not that she had needed to travel by night. It seemed that although spring had arrived the skies insisted on remaining steely gray above them which made the perfect weather for the albino woman to travel. She had even dismissed her companions as she discovered the entrance to what promised to be a unique adventure - a cavern that dipped into the earth. Knowing her feathered companion Ridge preferred the open skies above it made sense to send her off with Thomas while she took a look around.

The first thing Nirvana noticed when she made her way down was that the dark rocks had a warmth to them. Her claws clacked against the stone, ears perked forward as she descended into the darkness. There is a warmth in the air as well, a smell of smoke and sulfur that the woman finds curious. Nirvana continues to move, further down, taking tunnel after tunnel without fear or worry. Her curiosity is what drives her onward, red gaze straining against the impossible dark of the underground. She can feel her heartbeat within her chest, could feel it within her ears as she pads on. The smell she had noticed before intensifies and, as Nirvana continues her descent, she notices a faint light. A glow akin to fire. This causes her to frown and tilt her head slightly. Fire? Here?

No, she realizes as she gets closer. This wasn’t fire. Turning the corner to the latest tunnel leads her into a wide, open corridor lit up by various streams of lava. It flows down the walls, moves across sections of the floor, and there, on the far end of the cavern, it moves along in a slow flow much like a river. The heat had intensified greatly the moment she entered this room, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she panted to try and deal with the heat. What a strange place! To think that lava could live here, underground, rather than just within a volcano? It was fascinating stuff. She frowns, glancing back the way she had come.

There was the realization of a different problem too… the tunnels she had taken to get down here were windy and well, sporadic. Would she even be able to find her way back to the surface? Then, as if to make her situation even worse, Nirvana’s eyes widened as dust and smaller rubble began to shift from above the entrance to the tunnel. She moved back as the ceiling collapsed inward and down, covering the tunnel completely as a fresh stream of lava began to trickle down across the stones. Well, that was great. Now how the hell did she get out of here?

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