There's a thin line between the wild time and a flat-line, baby

Philomena had discovered that spending time with Pegasus was quite enjoyable… though his teachings were a bit confusing. Learning to read and write was becoming quite the adventure… though Philly was genuinely interested in the concept. Sure she got frustrated sometimes… but Philomena found herself coming back to it again and again. It was something she wanted Pegasus to teach her children as well, should he be willing. She hadn’t asked him just yet, not wanting to overwhelm him with more pupils, but she felt confident that he wouldn’t mind. The ways of the land he hailed from were different… and Philomena wanted to learn even more about them. Who knew? Perhaps they’d bring such concepts to The Deliverance.

The female let her gaze linger on the male beside her. At his conclusion she nodded, glancing back at the entrance. “It does. Something, or a great deal of things, may have died down there.” The female mused. “The smell is like a mass grave… something where things weren’t buried properly.” The female took a step forward, peering into the dark. “Dangerous? Ha, I laugh in the face of danger, Pegasus! Hahaha!” The female winked at him before plunging deeper into the depths of the crypt.

Her claws clicked upon the smooth surface of the floor and, as expected, it was even colder in here than it was outside. Philly fluffed up her coat and looked around curiously, able to make out some shapes in the dark. Containers… made of wood in various shapes and sizes against the walls. Philomena walked in even deeper, a breath of air expelled. “Looks like it branches off in a couple directions.” The female noted as her eyes adjusted to the light.

“Do you think we should try and make some sort of note of which way leads where?”