Adeyemi watched, entranced, as his companion raised a claw to trace the words as he had with a feather. She seemed to be looking through them rather than at them, gaze distant. If she's seen them before, then that must mean I have too. How else would I know what they were? He stayed stuck on the thought, thinking. At her announcement, he snapped back to the present, and lowered his wing, settling his feathers with a thoughtful huff.
"Perhaps this is part of our purpose," he muttered, tracing a letter with his beak, the sound whisper-soft in the tunnel. "To understand this place. To see. To know what it means." He turned to the owl, beak scraping as his head moved. "Why would we know what they were if we didn't know what they meant? We must be missing something," he added, frustration coloring his tone.
He took a few more steps, closer to the owl - but also moving along the story. Now that he examined the carvings, they did seem to be telling a linear tale - the figures moved with purpose, not haphazard in their placement, but meaningful. Still, not matter how hard he stared, no more thoughts came to his mind, and he let out a sharp, angry kraw!, the sound echoing harshly in the enclosed space. "There must be a way to see what it means! You," he said, swiveling to gaze at his companion, "you do not have fire, no. But you have something else, yes? Perhaps something that can help us see what it means."