foreboding feeling

Bramble's mind is a tangled mess of questions as she glances around. Something that the guy with the wings mentioned kept coming back to the forefront. Her brow creases, ears barely hearing what Makara is saying until the man introduced as Ronan asks what they want to do. She looks to him, eyes narrowing a moment, trying to really see through him before moving to look around at the spires that had suddenly protruded from the ground.

"Bramble," she states simply, eyes still assessing, looking, searching for anything that stuck out. Wait. Would he know what the carvings were? Her gaze hones in to the closest spire, her paws moving her closer without word as she leans in to take a look. "You said lots of things like this where you came from. Can you tell us what these carvings are?" Her head practically whips around to stare at Ronan, expecting an answer. If there had been a landslide in the north, digging felt too dangerous, but if he could read the spires... That might be helpful.

"Bramble"