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Laurel cherished these times of connection with the ancestors, seeing and hearing in ways that she could not with her living family.
And yet, were her living family to follow her through the moisture-slimed tunnels and over the cold sand, down the granite hill that led to the underground pool, their senses would have been too much dulled by the buzzing, blooming confusion of the world above. Even by lantern’s glow and luminous rocks to mark their passage, they would be lost. Continue reading
(I have no idea where this Flash came from, but…uh…OK)
Hugo’s belly pangs rumbled down the dark mountains above Heffinger Hollow, and he was tempted to nibble on a half-cooked morsel of the spunky spelunkers that frequented the Carbuncle Caverns. The spelunkers, per usual, had zigged when they should have zagged, and fallen deep into the bowels of the caverns; deadly for them, but an easy reach for Hugo. Continue reading
She knew the caverns like the back of her hand at this point, and was able to navigate to the furthest reaches, into the darkest corners, without need of light. Continue reading
Stepping back, Nora tipped her head, listening to the bright voices within the subterranean waterfall. They wove in and out, considering the words and images she’d already painted on the cave’s rock wall, and stopped on a questioning note, awaiting further input. Continue reading