Lord Dhracia's visit had not gone unnoticed by anyone with enough magic sense to know Her and feel the presence she Commanded just by entering the caves. Lorekeeper herself had certainly felt it, but opted to curl herself further into the wall, hiding at best as she could.

However, when the energy of Jupiter vanished, her cowardly little heart tugged at the memory of the centaur—and, more importantly, her friend Tamulus. Jupiter had visited her, yes, and they reminisced; and Jupiter told her of all the things they had accomplished on the surface, of how Tamulus had been well, et cetera.

Slowly, her head peeked from the edge of the bone fortress of which she lived. If Jupiter were gone, had she left anything behind in her own den, hidden in the labyrinth of the Chambers? Lorekeeper was desperate to know, desperate to find anything to old on to. Jupiter had bestowed upon her one precious feather that she cherished beyond all meaning. It was white, glimmering with a gold shine, and charged with a static that she missed dearly. The gift of the familiarity of his magic meant everything to her; she could not express how much she appreciated it, or how lonely it made her feel. She knew that Jupiter had more and was making arrows with them, but what else did she have? Were there things to be found in her den?

She struggled—a slender, spindly purple body dragging itself across Canis, desperate to reach the Chambers. Slogging through water and bones, she stopped frequently to pant and rest, before moving again, only to fall, again, into the water. Were there more relics of Tamulus? Could she find them?

Maybe one of the Canis residents could help her reach the heart sooner. Her head lifted, many eyes blinking as she surveyed the area before—"Heeeeelp!"

But as her lungs emptied, she collapsed wholly into a pool of water where she gasped for air and struggled to stay awake. She took on water and coughed, unable to move any further, even if just to free herself from drowning in a foot of water. "Heeruspslp...heeehsplsplp..." came her gurgling voice, quieter each time until her consciousness faded and she was lost to her own exhaustion.

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Lorekeeper blinked in and out of consciousness. There was a pressure on her side and the cries of others ringing like echoes in the back of her mind, until—whooosh!—a gust of air filled her lungs. Violently, she coughed awake, sputtering and hacking water from her lungs as she tried to prop herself against the others, a close body she was not aware of yet, but angled herself; she had been righted, at some point, and it helped immensely as she panted and gasped for air, the last bits of water drooling from her lips.

There was a moment where she simply existed, finding her breath again, before her eyes blinked and surveyed all those who had come to her rescue—

"Overseer!" she gasped, recoiling from him, scrambling to hide herself among the others. There were familiar faces and scents but those did nothing to ease her pounding heart. Oh, if she hadn't died to drowning, surely this is where she would die!

...but she was not dying.

Her head curled around to look at him, lips curling over her teeth in a forced smile. Yes, he would not have known of her; she had been hidden well, kept secret, tended—her ears came forward and she cleared her throat.

"Ahem, thank you," she rasped, finding her balance against Giggle while completely unaware of the other's injury. She looked beyond the group and let out a weak sigh.

"I am trying to reach the Chambers," she explained, her breathing hoarse. "But I cannot... get there alone." Her ears rested back as she looked upon the others. "I would be grateful... for your help... again," she managed weakly with the hint of a cheeky grin.

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