A polite voice interrupted her digging. Finch paused and caught her breath, lifting her head out from the hole she had begun to dig. "That, unfortunately, seems to be a more difficult question than you might think," she admitted. She scrambled out of the half-dug hole and inclined her head in greeting. "They weren't here recently, but they're here now, and they seem like they've been around for a long time..." she paused, realizing how disconnected and strange that might sound.
"Let me start from the beginning. An earthquake happened, and the sun rose red, and these spires appeared from the ground but they have the look of something very, very old. Hopefully that makes everything crystal clear," Finch finished, laughing hoarsely. All of the dust being created caught in her throat. "My name is Finch. We seem to be living in strange times."And it is at least a little bit exciting. Or terrifying. She couldn't decide which.
