Iskandor padded a few paces ahead, eyes alight with curiosity. He could hardly keep from leaving his much smaller mother in the dust! He glanced back over his shoulder, catching his mother's delight as she carried the lantern behind him.
Iskandor reeled himself back in, steadying his mind as he committed to finding something more. He ran a paw gently over a portion of the wall where faint carvings were obscured by time and mineral buildup. He envisioned the creators at work, chiseling their world into permanence only to have nature swallow it back up again.
He stopped at one particularly grand column, its surface streaked with faint lines of mineral that reminded him of the beachy part of the lake. “Do you see this?” he called softly, motioning her over. Like how waves pushed and pulled sand back and forth on a beach, each ebb and flow leaving a new shore line.
He stared deeper at the rings, until he noticed something gleaming, just barely poking out from the wall. “There’s something here…” He drew closer to it, brows furrowing as he carefully began to scratch at the area around the mystery object with a claw.
