I'm Not The Fighting Type...

Crimson eyes inspect the paintings closely and Mercury moves to join him. Ricin has always been a curious boy, interested to know how everything works but he doesn’t realize just how… amazing this place truly is. Mercury asks how you would make something like that and Ricin says, “Well, hematite is a mineral that is in certain rocks. If someone could find a way to crush the rocks until it is a fine paste, then you could use it like this. But it would be difficult, a lot of preparation going into making just a few paintings not to mention all of these…” it really is amazing to thing that something took the time to make the ‘ink’ and then draw each and every l animal on here. A thought occurs and they blue boy says, “You know… these have been here since before we were born. I bet they will here long after we are gone.” That is a humbling thought. Stepping back, Ricin quietly indicates the direction of the exit before leading the taller male out.


"Ricin Dauner"