Iskandor's ears pricked forward, hanging on every word as his mother shared her knowledge. Humans? The very thought thrilled him—creatures who walked like them, but different, intelligent enough to create tools and even books! His gaze darted between the strange, faded marks on the walls, eyes alight with wonder at the idea that they told a story from so long ago.
"Big monkeys that made everything… I wonder why they aren't here anymore." he murmured, more to himself. The concept was thrilling, and he imagined what it might’ve been like to watch these two-legs create and explore their world. As well as what had led to their downfall. The drawing of the spear-wielding figure was fascinating, and he leaned closer to examine the mark’s curves and lines, trying to picture the creature they had hunted. "Maybe we'll find a relic of theirs…" he whispered with a shiver of excitement, half-wishing to stumble upon something truly ancient.
At her question, he paused at the fork, his eyes scanning both paths thoughtfully. "Hmm… let's try the left," he suggested, his voice brimming with barely contained excitement. "I think that's where the glowing plants might hide—deeper, away from the light." he added, stepping forward and glancing back to see if Ignita agreed.
With each step, he felt the cool, quiet embrace of the cavern walls. He took in the smell of damp stone and still water, the sounds of their breathing and paws filling the echoing silence. He kept his lantern held high, casting soft beams across the walls, hoping each shadow might reveal some hidden artifact, a gemstone glinting in the dark, or the pale shape of bones etched against the stone.
"Speech"
