Locus Obscuro

Shimmering shore in the west. She added it to her list of places to visit while ever her family continued to roam. She was sure that once they chose a place to settle down it’d be back to shrine duties for her. It wasn’t like she was slacking off on her daily prayers or anything, she was just enjoying the freedom while she had it. Like her very own Rumschpringe (whatever that was anyway).

Once she explained how they would go about crafting a torch, she nodded her understanding. It sure did sound complicated, but she would like to give it a go one day anyway, after all, who didn’t love a good fire? And she was relieved when her new friend confirmed she didn’t want to go in too deep.

“Yeah, this is the first cave I’ve been in and to be honest…” She cautiously slid her feet forward a little more as her eyes slowly began to adjust to the darkness. “It feels a bit closed and creepy…” and the overwhelming sting of guano and rodent pee permeated the air. “And smelly,” she laughed, “the lack of airflow is a killer.”