paint the town red

His ears began to ache from the dissonant whining that seeped from the upper parts of the kneeling spires. Trying to ignore that as best as he could, Jiro continued to gently dig and turn over the softer dirt, keeping his nose closer to the ground. It helped until someone huffed, catching Jiro's attention, forcing his head to rise and tilt lightly in question. Before him, a deer that seemingly emanated a soft glow asked if he was the one controlling the noise. Jiro's brows rose before he let out a gentle, relaxed laugh.

"If I could, I would tell it to stop," he speaks with accented tones that are just as relaxed and laid back as his laughter was. "Not sure anyone knows how its happening or how these got here," Jiro motions with his nose to the spires that surround them. "I was trying to see if there was anything lower down." The boy shrugs before turning back to the spot where he had been digging. "Since we can already see the tops of the towers, the next place is down, right?" Jiro questions, feeling unsure about his decision, but what left was there to do?