Wayworn Geologist

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As the pair walked deeper into the caverns, Anyu couldn’t help but feel a sense of calm and wonder at the place. Of course, the last time she had been underground it was mostly an unfortunate accident, but it didn’t feel very frightening and desperate when she was with a companion. Like the plan suggested they headed down the larger tunnels, and Anyu kept her ears perked in case there were odd sounds other than the footsteps their boots made on the stone floor.

Anyu’s soft voice echoed through the tunnels, wistful imaginings of a culture that may not even exist. Myfanwy hoped—for Anyu’s sake—that it did exist. Myfanwy marked a smooth surface with some chalk.

<It would be interesting, to be sure. I wonder how their society has evolved through the ages… What traditions do they have? What clothing do they wear? What food do they eat?> Myfwany wondered aloud.

She wasn’t quite sure how to react when others talked of their ancestors, and figured that silence would be the best option. She didn’t want her mind to wander and her mood to turn foul after hearing such wonderful facts.

[< It’s amazing how much one can learn from the earth and the past. Remarkable really. I’m hoping we can satisfy both our questions when we find this place, >] Anyu’s eyes sparkled with determination as she spoke, though her companion would be unable to tell from her masked visage.

Anyu walked side-by-side with Myfanwy as she lit the lantern in the caves. As they stood closer their cloaks would light up as well, offering even more light should they need it. Anyu was quite glad to be out of the wind, and pulled her gloves off so she could handle the map even better. Placing her gloves in her bag, Anyu then unrolled the map and held it under the warm glow of the lantern.

She moved closer to Anyu as the girl opened up her map and held the lantern higher so the light would wash over the paper. The white cloak inspected the paper as her companion spoke and pointed to the different twists and turns.

<To keep us from getting terribly lost, we can make marks on the tunnel walls to show which way we came. I have chalk and chisels for that,> Myfanwy kept her voice low as well, noting Anyu’s hushed tone, <I feel as though we should try to stick to the larger tunnels if we can… Perhaps those would be the most used and easy to navigate.>

Anyu was curious when she heard her fast friend was into geology. This was certainly the perfect partner for such an expedition, as this city was a gem in its own way. They were headed for a place so secluded and wealthy from inside the heart of the mountain that there was a possibility of finding even the rarest of gemstones. Should they take a detour to take some sample, Anyu would be happy to assist.

The fox smiled and adjusted the bag on her shoulder. Rocks and jars clinked together inside. <There are some very interesting rock combinations in this desert and mountain. I did not actually find an interest in geology until I started catching glimpses of my ancestor whenever I walked to the mountain.>

<He was a scientist, a researcher. He did not believe in the gods as most of the other people of his time and was convinced that the world they lived in looked drastically different many years before. He was studying the rocks, trying to prove his theory right. Unfortunately, the war times were rough and he was widely disliked because of his atheism, and he was murdered before he could finish his studies.>

Myfanwy squinted into the darkness ahead and pulled out a lantern, lighting it with flint and steel. <Sorry for my ramblings about my ancestor, but while he wasn’t a very likeable man and I don’t agree with many of his claims… I do believe that this world looked vastly different long ago. Why, the rocks in the desert are typically found in the ocean… and the sand is mostly made of shell. And the mountain all of the wayfarers climb day in and day out, used to be part of a massive range.>

[< I happened upon this map in an old library in a ruined city that I take residency in. It was stuck between the pages of a book on folklore, and I thought it was quite the lucky find. I couldn’t help but look up the name of the city in the bookshelves to see if there was anything left about it. There were still quite a number of books about the place, and some books say this place is a myth, and if it is so untouched I really hope I’ll be able to find people as well. I brought a book along if you’d like to take a look once we’re out of the wind and snow. Although, it’s written in the language of our ancestors, so if you cannot read it there are some beautiful oil paintings to accompany the text. >] Anyu’s mouth went off on it’s own again, but it passed the time for the two of them to chat so cheerfully. She had never happened across such a talkative wayfarer like herself, and found herself growing very fond of Myfanwy and her shared love of an expedition.

It was good to hear that they would soon be inside the caves, for that’s when the real search for adventure started. Walking in the wind and cold did not bother Anyu too much, she was much too comfortable in it at this point.

<I would like to see this book! Despite ascending the mountain multiple times and earning my white cloak, I do not know how to read the old language. And while I do enjoy some archeology, categorizing rocks is actually what I do. I’m sure the paintings are helpful, though!> The white cloak cocked her head to the side and mused, <You say that there may be people? Hm! I wonder if it’s possible a civilization has lasted this long… I’m sure we’ll find out.>

When Anyu began to talk about how she walked in the air, Myfanwy let out an audible “oooh”. She had never seen someone move as her companion described.

I… have a potential aRT SHOW STARTING SEPTEMBER 6TH. I HAVE ONE MONTH TO PAINT A BUNCH OF STUFF AND FRAME AND MAT PAINTINGS FOR THE SHOW. WHICH WILL ALSO BE A MONTH LONG.

BUT SO YEAH. IF I’M EVEN MORE SCARCE HERE THAN USUAL… THAT’S WHAT I’M DOING. AND WORKING AT THE RESTAURANT, BUT THAT’S THE MAIN REASON WHY I’M NOT HERE MUCH RIGHT NOW.