Light it up

Her sister's concern is met with a carefree smile her sibling can't see. "Yeah, I'm fine, jus' a nosebleed and I bit my tongue. Be careful, the edges're sharp, an' the grounds all uneven, like someone jus' dug it up." She had faith in Pythia's ability to navigate the world without her intervention, so she let her make her way closer to the structures, only cringing a little when her sisters paw smeared more of her errant blood across the surface, bringing out the scratching's in starker relief.

The hollowed-out spires seemed to almost have a web-like appearance as they jutted towards the sky. While her sister considered the carvings, Gilda stuck her head through one of the holes, her ears folding flat against her skull as the wind seemed to wail down through the structure, almost like an endless scream. "Hel-loooo?" She called back curiously, removing her head from the space just in time to hear her sister's query about digging. "Why not?" She answered, digging at the soft soil with abandon, clods of earth flying in her wake. She was gonna dig this ground up so good! "What'der'yer think we're lookin' for?"

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