it’s no exaggeration to say they’d all been through a lot already, and it’s clear they had only just scraped the surface — literally. the sphere spewing fire, sara’s still badly-injured hand... she had hoped that her team had simply been unlucky, but a look at the others when they all reconvened had painted a grimmer portrait. was it too pessimistic to be relieved that at least all of them were accounted for?
at descent’s end, they’ve paused to take five. rest, soothe the aches in their feet and anywhere else, have a simple meal of the provisions they’d brought. most importantly, orient themselves. sir aechylus could say a city beneath the ground as many times as it took, but seeing it was something else entirely. the scope, the height above the ground... it was dizzying, and more so the more she tried to fathom it.
you shouldn’t underestimate what we’ve seen, she had assured him confidently back then. and while she still believed that, well. just when you think you’ve seen everything.
some ways away from the others catching their breath, she stands with belle secured a bit further up. the pegasus had been even more ornery than before ever since they’d lost sight of the sky; this once, she can’t really blame him. swoosh— swoosh— like wingbeats, the slice of her naginata’s blade through the air echoes softly, hollowly, in the neck of the long corridor they had traveled down from the surface. running through drills in the downtime helps keep her mind from scattering, and it’s more useful than standing starstruck at the lip of the ledge, staring at the distant, looming metropolis.
swoo— ❝ ah! ❞ feet hurriedly backstep, strained arm twinging sharply at the sudden effort of curbing the arc of her blade. wide eyes land on the face of one of her allies half-obscured in the darkness.
❝ sugar sticks — you’re not hurt, are you? you should have said something! ❞
♡ // open for team west faerghus!