With wild hearts, blue jeans and white t-shirts
07-13-2014, 07:45 AM
His words filled Valeriya with a youthful exuberance and she lunged forward into the cave, breezing past the male and allowing a bubbly sort of laughter to tinker out in her wake. She dove into the murk with reckless abandon, allowing her senses to wash over everything, to envelope her in all that they took in. The ground beneath her was hard and rocky, with no vegetation other than a few small fungi and the moss that managed to grow in the rare light that brushed the cave mouth for a short while every day. It smelled strangely alive and earthy, yet musty at the same time. Still. Untouched by the comings and going of the outside world, timeless and ancient. Valeriya drew in a deep breath through the nose, allowing the cave's spirit to infiltrate her own. It was rejuvenating in many ways. "Wow, it's amazing in here!" Though she spoke to Chord, it was a foreign voice that called back to her. Reedy and waivery and sourced somewhere deep within the caverns depths. She froze, ears perking and eyes widening as she tried to make sense of what had been said. She didn't smell anyone else in that cave, but... It hit her like a lightning bolt, that the voice was her own. She let loose another ringing peal of laughter, marveling in the way the cave reflected it back into her ears. "Hello! Helloooo!" Her joy grew, as did the mirth in her laughter. She turned back to Chord to see if he was enjoying this queer place as much as she was. |