While the Serpents Sleep...
30th of Summer, 514 A.V.
30th of Summer, 514 A.V.
Zinrah was completely different, yet everything Tazi had come to imagine from the childhood horror stories one shared when Leth wasn't showing and all you had were the chirping of insects and frogs and nightjars to keep you company. It was damp in places, dark and twisting, an utter maze that would take a Dhani's lifetime to navigate. Occasionally she would find tunnels illuminated with glow stones that soon revealed that these tunnels were more frequently passed through by traffic, but that was her only real indicator of where she was, for there were no signs, no carvings in the wall or anything to discern the next tunnel from the last.
Yet many things were not as she had imagined them. For one...the Dhani, they did not act as she imagined. They barely seemed to notice her, and largely it was as if they were all drunk. Half were asleep, and the ones that weren't looked like they would be that way soon. Very rarely would she actually see one moving, and though it was petrifying, they would pass her in the hallway with barely a second glance. Every now and again one would mumble at her, or make a clumsy grab her way, but as long as she was careful, they didn't come close to actually harming her, and seemed to forget she was there nearly as soon as she had left their range of vision.
Now to be fair, Tazi felt woozy as well, but it was as if whatever was affecting her, hit the bulk of the Dhani about tenfold more potently than she could even attempt. This allowed her great freedom within the city of Zinrah, the complex, twisting, dark tunnels of Zinrah. What precisely was she going to do with this freedom?
