Over and over again
02-05-2014, 04:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-05-2014, 06:09 AM by Aeron.)
They would come to a stand still. With no way up after nixxing the stairs, and no known way down, they would take a moment to recollect their thoughts. Aeron would peek at the russet female as she leaned on him, his bi colored eyes on her lips as she tilted her head to speak to him. Her question was a very good one - he was not completely sure. Yet he did not want the two of them to remain idle here for long, he wanted to take a look at her leg in the light of the sun. At the same time seperating from the other lupine's side was not something that he quite wanted to do. She was warm, and unlike the snow which he found comfort in because it was cold - like him - she was the opposite. For a moment, he was baffled - unaccostumed to such a feeling, not even toward his beloved, albeit missing, sister.
His mind a bit of a mess, he would slowly step away from Sibelle, careful not to remove himself too quickly lest she be leaning on him for support. "Stay." He would comment, his single word not a demand, but a request. "I vill be right back." They had not fallen too far considering, there should be another level or maybe two to this dilapidating wooden structure, but that would mean more steps and he was very slow to trust them after what had happened to Sibelle. Yet it was with her in mind that he would slink through the darkness, further and further down the hall. The only thing other than his own steps and breathing that could be heard was the occasional movement of what he assumed were rats or other vermin that had made their home here to hide from the wind and snow.
"I vouldn't suppose you know zee way out." He would whisper with a hint of sarcasm, and of course they would not answer. The horrid creatures could speak like any other on Alacritia, and yet he expected nothing to begin with. In the end - near what he assumed was the middle of the hallway that he saw the hole. "I zink I found something." He spoke - loud enough for Sibelle to hear him from the few meters or so away she was. "Zere's a 'ole, and a pile of boxes below. Zey look more sturdy zan zee stairs." With that they would be a step closer to reaching the bottom - where he was sure the wind and snow would have weathered away some sort of opening. From the outside it seemed like it had crashed here?
"Do you vant me to see where it leads first?" He would ask once he returned to her side, he didn't exactly want her climbing down into who knows where with her injury. Yet if she didn't want to be alone here, he would not tell her no - only watch her steps more carefully than his own as they went.
His mind a bit of a mess, he would slowly step away from Sibelle, careful not to remove himself too quickly lest she be leaning on him for support. "Stay." He would comment, his single word not a demand, but a request. "I vill be right back." They had not fallen too far considering, there should be another level or maybe two to this dilapidating wooden structure, but that would mean more steps and he was very slow to trust them after what had happened to Sibelle. Yet it was with her in mind that he would slink through the darkness, further and further down the hall. The only thing other than his own steps and breathing that could be heard was the occasional movement of what he assumed were rats or other vermin that had made their home here to hide from the wind and snow.
"I vouldn't suppose you know zee way out." He would whisper with a hint of sarcasm, and of course they would not answer. The horrid creatures could speak like any other on Alacritia, and yet he expected nothing to begin with. In the end - near what he assumed was the middle of the hallway that he saw the hole. "I zink I found something." He spoke - loud enough for Sibelle to hear him from the few meters or so away she was. "Zere's a 'ole, and a pile of boxes below. Zey look more sturdy zan zee stairs." With that they would be a step closer to reaching the bottom - where he was sure the wind and snow would have weathered away some sort of opening. From the outside it seemed like it had crashed here?
"Do you vant me to see where it leads first?" He would ask once he returned to her side, he didn't exactly want her climbing down into who knows where with her injury. Yet if she didn't want to be alone here, he would not tell her no - only watch her steps more carefully than his own as they went.