"Thank you, love," she wraps her kilt back around her waist. "The entrance SHOULD be cut into the rock face over there," she points to the rocky overhang the lions fled from.
The overhang REEKS of lion, but the stone there was clearly carved by human hands, leading into a room cut out of the rock. The images that were once painted on the walls here are long faded, fractured pieces of bright colors with little meaning. But it must have been grand, in its day, with high vaulted ceilings.
There are echoes here, although the people are long gone. The city did not die of violence, or plague. The death was slow, gradual, as the water in the reservoir declined. Skellig can catch snatches of their whispers as they left, their grief, their hope for a new home elsewhere.
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Date: 2024-04-13 02:19 am (UTC)"Thank you, love," she wraps her kilt back around her waist. "The entrance SHOULD be cut into the rock face over there," she points to the rocky overhang the lions fled from.
The overhang REEKS of lion, but the stone there was clearly carved by human hands, leading into a room cut out of the rock. The images that were once painted on the walls here are long faded, fractured pieces of bright colors with little meaning. But it must have been grand, in its day, with high vaulted ceilings.
There are echoes here, although the people are long gone. The city did not die of violence, or plague. The death was slow, gradual, as the water in the reservoir declined. Skellig can catch snatches of their whispers as they left, their grief, their hope for a new home elsewhere.