Blackfoot Forest the primroses were over

indra was silent as they stepped under the over-reach of a cavern; this world was alien to her, and she looked to tadec for guidance. his flitting form seemed almost at home here, and she watched the way a liquidness came over him. he seemed far more relaxed than she and she tried to mimic his posture by sucking in a deep breath.

at the mention of close quarters, her gaze narrowed -- she transfixed his backside a stare as it bobbed and turned away, into a small opening she was scarcely sure she could fit through. tentatively, the redleaf clambered after him -- suddenly, she was swallowed in darkness and welcomed into some strange, subterranean realm.

already she could scent the change in air, the dampness -- the lack of circulation, the stagnancy. her breath bounded down the walls and she struggled to keep pace with him, all the while repeating to herself that this was not the end, it would get bigger soon.