You don't know

The night was disturbed for the tiny slave. Her head lifting as a tremor shook her awake. She was laying in the shadow of her master when her sleep was disturbed. Her head lifted and ears pricked as the earth trembled. The quake more violent than others before. Her eye half lidded from sleep turned to the horizon, the sun would rise soon. But the color on the precipice of the skyline was wrong. She blinked the sleep from her eye.

She stood and slung her bag over her shoulder. Something felt off. Wrong. Ears pressed and she looked at the prince that slept beside her. Dainty paw touching his shoulder to wake him. Then she was lifting her nose to the air. The scent of many coming clear on the wind, then the sound in the distance of screams. Her ears folded back. A glance to Ultyr to ensure he either was telling her to go or to follow and she was off.

Dainty paws taking her at a jog. Something was going on and she wanted to know what.

She arrived as another gust of wind brought more screams, her eye falling on the pillars. The land looked morphed, disturbed and grotesque from the tremors. She moved cautiously now, pace slowing. What was this place? Was it naturally like this? She moved to a pillar, moving around it and studying it. Something made her dislike the way they screamed with the wind. The faces on the base of them catching her attention. She made to brush the dirt off the face closest to her and then blow it cleaned to make it out more clearly.

"Things I Hear"