Everything took a somber turn as we descended the plains of the Precipice. Down was the only direction our circumstances had left us.
At first it was fine, because I could still hear Brunhilde. Then her voice went too.
I was drained, and tired. And we had little to survive on in the depth of that ugly terrain.
If there was one thing that kept me sane, it was the fact that I had company.
We descended into a closed cave. Ascending was sort of impossible, and we managed to explore every facet of the place only to discover that there was no end to it.
The one good thing about weeks of doing nothing in a dead tunnel is that the well fills. Not the way it fills in the living world. It seeps, the way it had after the river, a thread of water into the bottom of a dry socket, so slow I could have counted the drops. Weeks of that is not much. But it is not nothing, and it was the only thing down there quietly working in my favour.
