T-t-t-tap. T-t-t-tap.
When Sayana noticed her fingers absently drumming against the dirt wall, she quickly stopped them and formed a fist. She felt oddly calm despite the eerie situation and the faint taste of iron forming in her mouth.
She glanced up and saw a faint light from above. Then Nephti’s uncertain voice called down. “It’s alright Nephti. Menna is here and I don’t think she’s hurt.” However, the sound of her voice was silenced and only a faint but high shrill escaped her lips.
Menna flinched at the noise and Sayana quickly shook her head remembering that her words would fall deaf upon these people’s ears. Gently, she held out a friendly hand to the girl and after what seemed like chimes, Menna took it. The illusioned zith led her towards the rope that hung from above, and Sayana bent down to kneel in front of it. Sayana first gestured to her offered thigh as a place to stand upon and then to the rope. She wasn’t a good enough climber to carry Menna up, but at least she could help from the bottom while hopefully Karash and Nephti could help from the top.
It was a bit of a struggle, but Sayana pushed hard from the bottom and eventually Menna reached the top. Sayana’s climb was easier in comparison, but the rope still burned her hands with each step. She used the dirt wall for support with her legs, and each of her six hands worked their way slowly up the rope. She was somewhat breathless when she reached the top, and couldn’t help but spare another glance down at the torn and rotting arm that lay at the bottom of the pit.
“We should go, and find the others,” Karash spoke to Menna. Sayana desperately wanted to know what their plans were, but as soon as she opened her mouth she remembered just how little she could communicate. She also wasn’t sure if they’d even care to discuss such plans. It was frustrating, and neither Nephti nor Sayana had received a true word of thanks, but at least it was something and she felt like she had learned more about the mysterious illusions that currently surrounded the city.
At last, once the group had parted ways and left the Sealed Grounds, Sayana found her book and quill to write out her findings to the scholar Doddel. She was a little more careful this time with her spelling and even checked it over with Nephti, even with the Eypharian’s limited knowledge of Common.
Doddel,
Important peeple are going missing. Some of it is planned, some of it is not. There is something bigger at work. Thay need all the help thay can get, but thay do not want to see the sity in panic. Karash and Menna are rounding up gosts. Okana is also missing. She thinks ‘thay’ are already heer. Maybe thay are hidden within the illusions and we cannot see them yet. We need to be ready for when thay do appeer.
Sayana
When Sayana noticed her fingers absently drumming against the dirt wall, she quickly stopped them and formed a fist. She felt oddly calm despite the eerie situation and the faint taste of iron forming in her mouth.
She glanced up and saw a faint light from above. Then Nephti’s uncertain voice called down. “It’s alright Nephti. Menna is here and I don’t think she’s hurt.” However, the sound of her voice was silenced and only a faint but high shrill escaped her lips.
Menna flinched at the noise and Sayana quickly shook her head remembering that her words would fall deaf upon these people’s ears. Gently, she held out a friendly hand to the girl and after what seemed like chimes, Menna took it. The illusioned zith led her towards the rope that hung from above, and Sayana bent down to kneel in front of it. Sayana first gestured to her offered thigh as a place to stand upon and then to the rope. She wasn’t a good enough climber to carry Menna up, but at least she could help from the bottom while hopefully Karash and Nephti could help from the top.
It was a bit of a struggle, but Sayana pushed hard from the bottom and eventually Menna reached the top. Sayana’s climb was easier in comparison, but the rope still burned her hands with each step. She used the dirt wall for support with her legs, and each of her six hands worked their way slowly up the rope. She was somewhat breathless when she reached the top, and couldn’t help but spare another glance down at the torn and rotting arm that lay at the bottom of the pit.
“We should go, and find the others,” Karash spoke to Menna. Sayana desperately wanted to know what their plans were, but as soon as she opened her mouth she remembered just how little she could communicate. She also wasn’t sure if they’d even care to discuss such plans. It was frustrating, and neither Nephti nor Sayana had received a true word of thanks, but at least it was something and she felt like she had learned more about the mysterious illusions that currently surrounded the city.
At last, once the group had parted ways and left the Sealed Grounds, Sayana found her book and quill to write out her findings to the scholar Doddel. She was a little more careful this time with her spelling and even checked it over with Nephti, even with the Eypharian’s limited knowledge of Common.
Doddel,
Important peeple are going missing. Some of it is planned, some of it is not. There is something bigger at work. Thay need all the help thay can get, but thay do not want to see the sity in panic. Karash and Menna are rounding up gosts. Okana is also missing. She thinks ‘thay’ are already heer. Maybe thay are hidden within the illusions and we cannot see them yet. We need to be ready for when thay do appeer.
Sayana
Sayana speaking Zithanese
