all play, no work

*Gilgamesh* · 12-14-2021, 06:16 AM

Perched outside of the mine's entrance, carefully placed upon a sturdy beam, the ashen owl peered around at the twilight scenery. Stars, once sickened by an awful plague, twinkled with a breath of new life. Becoming accustomed to the setting and rising of the sun he remembered fondly, the wolf felt at peace once again. With his owl as a lookout, he listened for her soft hoots and rustling of feathers. Surely, he wouldn't find trouble here, but he never knew.

Having traveled north to a land he felt fond of, Gilgamesh came across the abandoned mineshaft. Peering inside the dark crevices, he had asked Erish to light a branch with a piece of flint and stone between her claws. It had been difficult, but after some time and coaxing, the owl had obliged and he finally had some light to see within the dark. Why was he here, one may ask. In truth, he was searching for a hobby to pass his time between pack situations and the loneliness of missing Modesty. The sickness had separated them for better or for worse, but he did miss her sweet disposition.

Grasping the branch between his teeth, he let out a quiet sigh as he traveled not too far down the main shaft line. Wolves naturally had good eyesight so to someone else, the fire would not make sure. He needed it for other reasons. Such as warming clay and then drying it if he could find any. Coming around a bend, Gil spotted a pile of mysterious items that he had no name for. Some pieces were rusted and most were coated in dirt and debris from sitting for so long. This will do. He thinks to himself as he sets the fire stick down and begins to rummage through the pile for things worth using.

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