He is not sure what to expect, but when she shows it to him, he feels a vivid reminder of— of so many small moments. He nods again, and points back at the entrance in what he hopes is a discernible message: mark our path.
When she goes, he follows, clinging to the lip of their tunnel while she works, and watching the location of the mark on the stone, to be sure of its placement. It would not do to mistake it, and become disoriented.
And then he dives.
Close up, the light is from the dim blue glow of small creatures, clinging to the rocks, something close to a slug and worm combined, crawling slowly along as they scrape the rocks for sustenance It's a curious thing, underwater mushroom. They grow in bunches here and there, blooming between the rocks shyly, as if the light of the glowing worms was what they needed to survive— or perhaps they depended on such creatures to transport their spores? Carefully, Solas plucks a cluster and a brief, luminescent cloud of spores fogs the air around his fingers. He offers it to Lavellan for examination.
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When she goes, he follows, clinging to the lip of their tunnel while she works, and watching the location of the mark on the stone, to be sure of its placement. It would not do to mistake it, and become disoriented.
And then he dives.
Close up, the light is from the dim blue glow of small creatures, clinging to the rocks, something close to a slug and worm combined, crawling slowly along as they scrape the rocks for sustenance It's a curious thing, underwater mushroom. They grow in bunches here and there, blooming between the rocks shyly, as if the light of the glowing worms was what they needed to survive— or perhaps they depended on such creatures to transport their spores? Carefully, Solas plucks a cluster and a brief, luminescent cloud of spores fogs the air around his fingers. He offers it to Lavellan for examination.
Is this their target?