I'll Never See You Again if I Can't Help It

It was easier now to focus on the task at hand. Fable was always better able to clear her head when her she had a goal in mind, whether that be the end result of a hunt or a completed dish. Here, even though the end result was rather... ambiguous... she could at least focus on investigating. The more they knew, the better they could protect themselves. She shook her head when Noor mentioned earthquakes. "No... this is the first I can remember in my lifetime here, but it doesn't mean they haven't happened before. Just not routinely," she murmured, drifting further away from Noor and towards the closest spire.

All at once, an eerie wind whistled through the twisted spires. Across the land she heard a faint keening, almost like a wail of pain. Fable's ears flattened against her head and she looked around as the wind blew again. The noise seemed to come from the way the breeze twisted through and around those blasted spires. "Yes... I think we must look closer," she admitted, although she was loath to get closer to those strange formations. Fable stepped further away from Noor, even as she wished to stay glued to her side. It was just nerves. That was all. These feelings would pass.

She sidled up to the base of one of the spires and turned circles at a distance around it, peering at where it met the ground. The soil was turned over and loose in some areas, but tightly compacted in others. There seemed to be the beginning of some sort of marking or carving at the base. Fable stepped up and prodded at the loose soil, surprised at how easily it fell away. It was still difficult to tell whether the material was truly of the earth or some other creation, but it was erupting straight from the ground. Deep caves hid all sorts of strange stalactites and rocks - would it be so impossible for something like this to exist? She squared herself and began to dig away at the loose soil in earnest until the carving was fully exposed to the air.

The depiction was gruesome. Fable tried to make sense of the creature, but she'd never seen anything like it. Its expression, however, was easily translated: terror. Pure terror. "Well, I don't like the look of this," she said glumly. A younger, pluckier Fable might have been scraping away material from the rock to grind up and eat. But she was older, wiser, and tired of this bullshit.
"Speech"