No stone unturned

Ignita’s confusion did not instil confidence in him. His expression set into a frown as he let his eyes move from pillar to pillar. How to confirm if this strange phenomenon was a threat to him and his? Her attention turned to light, and his eyes followed hers, but he didn’t move forward, not just yet.

He paused by one of the stone pliers, and used a claw to gently attempt to flake off a piece of stone, trying to get a feel if the material was the same all the way through - or if it reacted to his investigation. He could feel his companions tense around Ignita, prepared to harry her away if necessary.

He waited a moment, and nothing happened. Hmmm. if there was something to be ‘activated’ here, he needed to know it. He looked to the light now properly, and nodded his head to Ignita. “We’ll go further in.” Perhaps he shouldn’t have brought Ignita with him, but she belonged at his side.


"Basilisk Fatalis"