In this cave it was dark enough that even Katsa could not see, but she did not feel worried or lost even when her fingertips lost the edges of stone walls while she struggled to find her way again. She knew when she was heading straight and when she was going in circles, so the flint in the pocket of her trousers went untouched. There was no need to waste a light while she didn't need it, and for now at least the walls always came back. Katsa heard nothing moving in the dark.
She'd entered it out of curiosity, having stumbled across the mouth of the small caves while avoiding the kingsroad through whatever off-road ways she could follow. She'd heard water trickling behind what seemed to be the back of the cave and had followed the noise—that she continued to hear now, far in—and wondered what was behind them. It seemed to be a road of its own underneath the ground. Tunnels, perhaps, either natural or manmade, that the longer she followed made her begin to suspect she would find herself on the other side of the Trident. After that Katsa simply couldn't help but wonder if her suspicions were correct, and so she found herself below.
She had been walking not even an hour when she began to notice the blackness giving way to grey, shapes making themselves unfocused but visible in her Graceling vision. Katsa squinted, then paused, drawing to a halt as the sound of water seemed to increase.
She was not alone in these caves.
They were near the surface: that much was clear. And what was just as clear, seconds before it happened, was that the roar of water should not have been growing loud at all. Katsa's body moved before her mind did, her feet sending her flying forwards, barreling toward a single moving shape she could discern in the darkness, into which she slammed only moments before rock came tumbling around them.
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She'd entered it out of curiosity, having stumbled across the mouth of the small caves while avoiding the kingsroad through whatever off-road ways she could follow. She'd heard water trickling behind what seemed to be the back of the cave and had followed the noise—that she continued to hear now, far in—and wondered what was behind them. It seemed to be a road of its own underneath the ground. Tunnels, perhaps, either natural or manmade, that the longer she followed made her begin to suspect she would find herself on the other side of the Trident. After that Katsa simply couldn't help but wonder if her suspicions were correct, and so she found herself below.
She had been walking not even an hour when she began to notice the blackness giving way to grey, shapes making themselves unfocused but visible in her Graceling vision. Katsa squinted, then paused, drawing to a halt as the sound of water seemed to increase.
She was not alone in these caves.
They were near the surface: that much was clear. And what was just as clear, seconds before it happened, was that the roar of water should not have been growing loud at all. Katsa's body moved before her mind did, her feet sending her flying forwards, barreling toward a single moving shape she could discern in the darkness, into which she slammed only moments before rock came tumbling around them.
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