Ankyra Sound one thing on my mind

qiao stood before the cave, sensing the sussurration of deep earth stir the fur along her back. a belch of icy air lifted from the subterranean tunnels, dying on the threshold of the cave’s mouth. 

she followed the girl in. wily girl. untrustworthy girl. her eyes bored into sobeille’s back. 

the to’lang clattered at her chest. the floor was slick stone, worn by the tread of a thousand feet. but the air that flailed around the flowstone was stale and impossibly old. 

sobeille’s form dropped from view; qiao stood at the bank in which an enormous cavern opened. 

at its center was a rounded pool, its edges glowing a phosphorescent blue. 

qiao realized this was not a home. 

it was a crypt.