Underwater, it is a sea of inky fog extending in all directions, except for the barely-visible shimmer of the surface, and the flickering silver shapes of bubbles as they rise. The rebreathers are strange magic, uncomfortable, but they function well and he resigns himself to them with effort.
Lavellan's flare moves as she swims, and then gestures— yes, he nods with exaggerated care, wishing only belatedly that they had agreed upon a system of hand-signals. He sees them.
The caves are a world unto themselves, and for the first twisting stretch the darkness is complete, black rocks nearly-invisible even in the wane lights of their flares, and sharp under Solas' hands as he leads the way. The tunnels open up after a dangerous interlude into a submerged cavern and Solas is brought up short with surprise.
It is a scene of surpassing beauty, every surface speckled with tiny lights, and the have gone from the weight of claustrophobic writhing into a world of stars, suspended in the blackness of the night sky itself...
He reaches for Lavellan to stop her before she can drift forward. Behind them, their entry-tunnel already seemed small and nearly-invisible in the brilliant glory of it all. If they went too far without marking the place, they would never find their way back.
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Lavellan's flare moves as she swims, and then gestures— yes, he nods with exaggerated care, wishing only belatedly that they had agreed upon a system of hand-signals. He sees them.
The caves are a world unto themselves, and for the first twisting stretch the darkness is complete, black rocks nearly-invisible even in the wane lights of their flares, and sharp under Solas' hands as he leads the way. The tunnels open up after a dangerous interlude into a submerged cavern and Solas is brought up short with surprise.
It is a scene of surpassing beauty, every surface speckled with tiny lights, and the have gone from the weight of claustrophobic writhing into a world of stars, suspended in the blackness of the night sky itself...
He reaches for Lavellan to stop her before she can drift forward. Behind them, their entry-tunnel already seemed small and nearly-invisible in the brilliant glory of it all. If they went too far without marking the place, they would never find their way back.