It certainly was a lot of drama, for a long period of time, even now Kismet would wish to return back to those simple days on the island, his family around him, no knowledge of Isardis and Glaciem and Warja there and ready to explore at any moment they wished for an adventure. He was free from the drama now though given his family's track record he wondered just how long it would actually last. For now though, free at last such dark thoughts wouldn't bother him, determined instead to enjoy his time with his friend.
Warja however still had some questions about it all. She had a point right there, Kismet was loyal to Valhalla and to his Adravendi family there was no changing that, especially not when he was torn so swiftly from all that he had known and loved and stuck as a prisoner within strange lands. He couldn't help but smile a little this time. "I know, it was ridiculous of them to have thought it even for a second." He agreed. His mother had been a little more shocked by their loyalty, surprised that Isardis hadn't even tried to turn the two brothers against her and their old life. It didn't need to be brought up, that too was still an insane thought to have had.
The air had been growing warmer and warmer the further they descended, it was a strange fact though distracted by his friend he would only think to really question it now as the warmth began to grow more and more obvious. The temperature wasn't the only strange thing however, the sound and he could swear he could see some sort of glowing light. It was dark outside, only lit by the silvery glow of the moon and he was certain they couldn't have resurfaced above the ground once more so what on earth was going on? "Where are we?" Underground obviously though what was awaiting them further ahead? Never had the boy seen or heard of lava before, but all the same knowing what Warja had said and the oddities that the cavern held had certainly put Kismet a little on edge by it all, the very reaction that Warja had been hoping to see had definitely arrived.
