Whispering Secrets

Ears are perked forward as he waits for Medusa’s input, his tail swinging slowly from side to side as the smile on his lips grows. With a nod of his head, the pale pink man agrees to letting Rue handle the aroma in the caves and nods in approval of moving from here to the tar pits. Bright blue eyes slide over to the cave wall as he considers the materials that would be needed for an oil lamp and he absently bobs his head in acknowledge as he thoughtfully says, “What materials we don’t have, I can get from the market nearby.”

The winding tunnels and caves would need to be well lit and oil lamps, while somewhat costly in materials to make, would have the added advantage of being able to control the brightness of their flames. Scanning the walls, Enki is already imagining what places suitable for boring into so that they might hang the oil lamps out and notes some spots that are smoother than others and might be easier for them to drill into. The sound of water lazily dripping from someplace nearby draws his attention and the pale man curiously follows the sound.

In a long corridor, whose ceiling disappears up into darkness, jagged stalagmites jut down toward the earth like broken teeth of a monster about to devour him. Water, like drool, drips slowly down, pooling on the sharp points of the slowly craved rocks before dropping; catching a thin ray of sunlight to sparkle like diamond teardrops before falling down into the unknown abyss below. The soft plink of the drop finding a larger body of water reaches his ears and Enki thinks that this place will be perfect for Insomnia.


"Enki Klein"