Lion Head Mesa [mp] yonder

She cranes her neck to the dark. Tuna’s tour had not covered this hidden corridor. Something feels inexplicably wrong about exploring the depths of this ancient palace, as if they were likely to come upon remnants of the past- memories that were better left buried.

“Alright,” she relents- because a secret part of her was just as curious as the young lake cub, and that half that was not so bound by compliance. That half wanted to know everything.

“Let’s go.”