Light it up

When Pythia expected a verbal response from her sister, her ears were instead met with a startled shriek. Blind as she was, Pythia goes careening backward, stumbling over her large paws and onto her rump. Dirt cushions around her, breaking her fall, which is also surprising. Shouldn't the dirt be harder packed here? Weren't they close to the plateau or the knolls? She's not given time to really think about the consistency of the dirt because the sharp tinge of copper is brought to her on a sudden rise of the wind. "Gilly, you alright?" The concern in her tone is clear as she rises back to her own paws, giving her snow-white coat a good shake.

As Gilda speaks, Pythia walks slowly to where her sister stands before the towering spire. It's ghostly wails pierce her ears in a way that makes her stomach churn. Had the wind merely changed direction? She hadn't noticed it moments prior. Her attention is drawn back to Gilda though, nose twitching as she leans closer to the metal tower in front of them. "A face?" Pythia questions, reaching out a paw in hopes her sister would help guide her to also feel the etched marking.

Her paw finally finds the cool surface of the old, rusted metal and as it slides slowly, she can begin to feel the curved indents. There indeed was something there, but what? She tries to remember the teachings from her mother and uncle. Had they said anything other than their chosen runes? Moving her paw lower toward the earth, she thinks she feels something wet, but doesn't question if its from Gilda or not. Surely her sister wouldn't be wiping blood all over these strange formations...

"Do we dig than?" Pythia asks instead, but doesn't wait for an answer before she starts to cautiously move away some of the upturned dirt around the bottom of the spire.

"speech"