OF WISPS AND WHISPERS
THE DOOR TO FORNAX
Danger never kept Gembounds away, and like moths to a flame they came. Totum regarded the cat with piqued interest—was it looking to escape, having come from inside the Great Furnace? They felt the rising, blistering retort of their female counterpart and bit it down. Instead, the beast replied to the feline Gembound.
"Yes," he said simply before looking up to spot a more curious looking creature. They offered a small wave with one of their top hands, the opposite still picking gooey bits off; the smaller appendages shuffled in their fur anxiously.
The groaning of the storm from inside Fornax was not calming, and they took a moment to look back at it. They were not sure when another wave might come gushing through but the beast still believed in closing the door and preserving the rest of the cave from whatever turmoil was rising within. Is that why the door had been sealed before? Perhaps they were wrong to fix it before, and instead of opening it, should have found a way to seal it once more. It was too late now.
A new voice broke into their thoughts and their eyes shifted toward the avian.
"Something stirs within the Great Furnace," they replied.
"We are at odds with whether or not to close the door, or to go in and investigate—especially that light in the middle, it..." their voice trailed off as their head lifted to look for the ghostly luminescence.
The lights dimmed and Totum felt their chest tighten. Another surge was coming.
"Hold on!" The darkness enveloped them only for a brief moment, the loud groaning of the storm and growl of thunder—the lightning did not illuminate through the darkness that swamped them—felt otherwordly, like it was alive, like it was—
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A violent gush of water crashed through the door, spilling out more dismembered and distorted fish with it.
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The lights slowly hummed back on and Totum was visibly shaken, but not by the stormwater. They were stuck in their braced position with wide eyes; slowly, as if their joints had all turned to rust, they turned their head to face the Gembounds. Had the gathered creatures all heard the same, distorted, echoing whisper?
"W-we need to go," they said carefully.
"If you decide to investigate the storm..." they looked up and shook their head,
"be careful." Totum were sure the Gembounds would have questions but they definitely would not have answers.
What... was even happening? Their eyes remained on the door for some time, hesitating to leave the children here alone; but they would need to seek out answers elsewhere.