52th of Summer, 516
The creaking was close and loud enough to wake Nemori and she blinked pale green eyes into the darkness. It was not that it was louder than anything else, more that she was struggling to sleep in the storm. Despite the incessant howling wind and cooing from the different animals the creaking was distinctive and weird enough that it caught her attention. It did not sound like the normal creaking or moaning from the old wooden stables, it sounded different. Bad different. She hesitated at the strangeness of the sound, waiting to see if she had merely imagined it. Soon enough another creak sounded. The noise made her uncomfortable. Was the wind louder? Was it colder in the stable? These things she was not certain but she definitely heard the noise once more. She attempted to stand, slowly. The blankets she had been laying on her in a jumbled pile and she did not wish to slip and hurt herself, or wake any of the other inhabitants who had gotten stuck in the stables through the storm. The air had been hot, stale and unpleasant from all the animals locked inside for so long. The few whisps of wind suddenly working through the building would almost be enjoyable if it was not so worrying.
Once she had freed herself from her temporary bed she started to scramble in the darkness for the lantern and matches. She was certain she had left them somewhere here. Had they been moved while she slept? She hoped not. Although the stable paths were mostly clear and well-tended she still did not wish to have to amble around in the dark. In her hurried searching she nearly gasped loudly as her fingers collided with the cold metal of the lantern. How long had she been trying to sleep for? The thoughts were pushed out of her head by another uncomfortable creek and she quickly found the matches. It took her a few attempts to get one to light but eventually the lantern was lit. She wrapped her hand around it, not wanting the light to wake anybody up. She could cover it enough that she could still see but it would not be glaring into the faces of anyone else.
She started to move towards the front of the building, worried that something had happened to the door. As she moved a few animals leaned over, investigating the movement and light. As she passed she would attempt to offer some whispered comfort to the animals. Occasionally they would seem calmed by her words, others looked on dispassionately. As she moved forwards she listened, waiting for the noise to direct her. It was not long before it sounded again. She changed her direction slightly, looking up as she moved. It sounded like it was above her. Was it the ceiling? She felt a flicker of fear at the idea, was the ceiling going to try and collapse in on them? It would be a disaster if that did happen. They were too many animals to move quickly and the storm would render injuries to many of them. The idea made Nemori feel uncomfortable, she was not prepared for such an eventuality and hoped it would not come to it. Her thoughts were distracted by yet another creek, they were getting closer together. However this time it sounded like it was more above her then the previous ones had. She lifted the lantern upwards, attempting to get a better view in the darkness.
The ceiling was high and coated in shadows, she was not really sure if she would be able to see anything. Next she started to look around, if she could climb up she would get a better view at what was wrong. Many of the walls were scalable and she moved towards a slightly more secure section, one that did not back onto an occupied stall. She placed the lantern on a hook above her then started to climb, finding handholds and footholds in the wood or planks that had been hammered into the side. She was thankful that they was lots of spaces she could use to climb. The stable had some storage up above and as a result had been built with climbing access in mind. Her eyes shifted into a deep purple as she climbed, carefully searching for the next step. She was aware that if she slipped it would be impossible to get medical help, she was aware she could not afford to mess up.
As she climbed higher she would occasionally have to move the lantern, casting its orange glow over a higher up part of the stable. Below her a few of the animals moans at the light, shuffling in their pens. She hoped that they would not start to cause problems, they was no way she could calm them from her position. Many of them were sensitive to the disposition of animals around them and would get riled up if the others were. Nothing about this was an ideal situation. Regardless she pushed upwards.