The mountains stretch up, jagged teeth jutting up, and when she turns back to him, her visor had flipped back down to hide her eyes from the glare of the sun. Though it won't be for too much longer - the 25 hour days certainly were bright, but they were heading towards the end of the day, good - good. The celebrations would begin, soon. But until then.
"This way. It may take a moment - hidden passages are always a bother." She waves him on, to where Vijay and Jhalkari are already looking at the stones that made up the closest stone wall. Until it's found shortly enough. A pile of stones that seem like not much until they get to work pulling them away. Little by little revealing the passage behind it. "Rao - we have been friends since childhood. He promised he would always keep a path for me when I returned." Warmth enough to the words, before she gives up watching entirely. Too eager - she begins pulling the stones away herself. Until at long last it's clear enough to step through, a dark tunnel was cut into the earth itself.
As simple as she had ever said, there is no electricity here - the lights of his ship, of earth, were long gone now. Rather she looks for the torches on the wall. Holding it still while Vijay lit them with a strike of flint against a long left piece of cloth. At least the cobwebs made easy kindling. Going up in a fwoosh of light to fill up the space. It's then she turns back to him. Smiling faintly but she unhooks pieces of material from herself and tosses it lightly to Taura, trusting at this point easily in the other woman's reflexes. One for her, and one for Naismith. "Cover your hair, Taura, you will look strange to be bare headed once we reach the surface, and you Admiral, keep it draped around your shoulders."
She wets her lips, looking towards their path, and with the light stretching further, it showed stairs that they had to climb, waving them both on to follow her. "Once we do - speak as little as you can, your accents are much too strong, and if you must, try not to talk of your technology too much. Most know so little of it, you will seem strange as soon as you do." As if the pair of them - impossibly tall, very short wouldn't stand out enough. But at least a little less so now. "Not that I expect you'll be required to speak much. If the music is at it always is, I doubt you will be able to be heard." That is a little more eager. To see the things she knew so well.
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"This way. It may take a moment - hidden passages are always a bother." She waves him on, to where Vijay and Jhalkari are already looking at the stones that made up the closest stone wall. Until it's found shortly enough. A pile of stones that seem like not much until they get to work pulling them away. Little by little revealing the passage behind it. "Rao - we have been friends since childhood. He promised he would always keep a path for me when I returned." Warmth enough to the words, before she gives up watching entirely. Too eager - she begins pulling the stones away herself. Until at long last it's clear enough to step through, a dark tunnel was cut into the earth itself.
As simple as she had ever said, there is no electricity here - the lights of his ship, of earth, were long gone now. Rather she looks for the torches on the wall. Holding it still while Vijay lit them with a strike of flint against a long left piece of cloth. At least the cobwebs made easy kindling. Going up in a fwoosh of light to fill up the space. It's then she turns back to him. Smiling faintly but she unhooks pieces of material from herself and tosses it lightly to Taura, trusting at this point easily in the other woman's reflexes. One for her, and one for Naismith. "Cover your hair, Taura, you will look strange to be bare headed once we reach the surface, and you Admiral, keep it draped around your shoulders."
She wets her lips, looking towards their path, and with the light stretching further, it showed stairs that they had to climb, waving them both on to follow her. "Once we do - speak as little as you can, your accents are much too strong, and if you must, try not to talk of your technology too much. Most know so little of it, you will seem strange as soon as you do." As if the pair of them - impossibly tall, very short wouldn't stand out enough. But at least a little less so now. "Not that I expect you'll be required to speak much. If the music is at it always is, I doubt you will be able to be heard." That is a little more eager. To see the things she knew so well.