Curtain of Stone

Ignita walked into her den, cautiously. The last time she had entered she nearly got eaten by a damn tiger. She almost half expected it to be sleeping on her drafty bed. Thankfully it was empty, the hole in the side of the room to the back passage was half tumbled and gaping. Idalia was curled around her neck and making distrustful noises.

"I know, Ida, it's fine, the hole outside was blocked up, there shouldn't be anything else in there." Still, she was nervous and it was dark back there. She grabbed a torch after she made a fire at the hearth. Already with the hole outside blocked, the den maintained its warmth much easier. She threw the torch through the hole and saw it land on the other side. She hushed Ida for a moment and listened carefully.

She heard nothing on the other side yet. Confident it was empty she slipped through the opening with a basket of mortar to stop up the holes in the feature wall of her den. Once on the other side she picked up the torch and swayed it around in the darkness. Still nothing.

Convinced she was safe she set to work slapping the mortar on the back of the wall, it was a mess of tumbled rocks and ancient dripping calcite.

While she worked by the light of the torch, she had a lot to think about.

"Speech"