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Ophanim Hayyoth
He felt confident. The hope he had lost and the fear he held back in the sewers seemed to have washed away with the water. The thought that there was something ominous following them had faded from his mind, as the clockmaker looked down into the darkness they were downing into. Carefully the group climbed their way down the pools, following the stream of water by the light the sage had lit up for them. Sleeves and legs were wet again, but Ophanim didn't mind it as much as before now. This water felt light and clean against his skin, neither was it freezing, or cold to touch, the liquid being a slightly warm, and comfortably cool at the same time.
However, the lukewarm water held one disadvantage for them. It caused the air to be humid and warm, making the cave they were moving in stuffy. That the access to fresh air was limited as well, so below the ground, made it only scarcer to divide around the group. With that train of thought Ophanim descended further down the pools, took a misstep once and felt himself slide away against the one in front of him. "S-Sorry," he mumbled at the girl who gave him a pointed look. The reluctant mix of voyagers didn't speak much to each other unless necessary, he guessed it was so that they could part from each other and never mention the other again when this was over.
Continuing in the silence from before the group passed down the dark road, following the glistering stream of water. The Avian did not know how much time had passed, and when he heard someone mumble about the hour they lived in he reminded himself of his profession. Of course he would, as a clockmaker, have something to measure the time with. However, it seemed that they would have to do it without the help of the clock. Ever since the fall down from the sewers his pocket watch had been screwed. Water having entered behind the glass and the delicate pieces inside of the clockwork had been damaged by the water. He would have to put it apart completely and dry each piece before getting it to work again, but now wasn't the time for that.
One thing was for certain, it had been way past his dining time, or times, leaving his stomach hungry and calling for food. He had however not packed any food with him when he set out for his journey. Stupid, now that he thought of it, for it didn't seem that there were any sources of food surrounding them either. It would seem that he will have to ask one of his companions, but in the time they had spent together he had seen none of them eating, so his assumption was that they had none. Surely they lot of them were suffering just as much as he did in the circumstances they were now. He just hoped that they were to reach their destination soon. Whatever their destination was.
Averagely they could spend thirty days without food. Ophanim knew that, but his body didn't it seemed as it felt weak and ready to devour itself. The sound their stomachs made to call out for food had long been ignored, the group having stopped apologising for the noise their bodies were making. At least they still had water, which they needed much more, but even that seemed to slim down as the water level was lower than it had been when they started to follow the stream.
"It is best to gather water now..." Medwick suddenly spoke to the group, halting as the rest followed suit. He was right, gathering water in bottles was their best guess for survival for now. Even if they were to run out soon it at least gave them a slightly bigger chance of reaching the end. Nodding a bit everyone started to fill their flasks, or whatever they had to contain water with in silence, trying to preserve their energy as much as possible.
Bending down to catch his fill of water the clockmaker realised how long they had been moving. His body felt sore and heavy from the long walk and his head ached. His jaw trembled as he tried to keep up a straight face, not wanted to come across as weak now, even if he felt like it. Everything screamed 'fatigue' at him, hunger and listlessness, the Avian would have lied down to rest for a while wasn't it for Amara who called the group together, having found something.
"Look at this," she spoke in a hushed voice, swiping her fingers over the marks she had found. Ash, a memory of whatever flame had lit there. There were more black spots that were of the same size as the one she had found. These marks weren't here at random, neither was it set up for a camp fire. It almost looked like they were there for a reason, but Ophanim couldn't think of what reason it could be, his head far too dizzy for him to think properly anymore. The hunter voiced the question that all of them thought, rubbing her thumb over her fingers as she examined the ash some more. "What's this?"
He felt confident. The hope he had lost and the fear he held back in the sewers seemed to have washed away with the water. The thought that there was something ominous following them had faded from his mind, as the clockmaker looked down into the darkness they were downing into. Carefully the group climbed their way down the pools, following the stream of water by the light the sage had lit up for them. Sleeves and legs were wet again, but Ophanim didn't mind it as much as before now. This water felt light and clean against his skin, neither was it freezing, or cold to touch, the liquid being a slightly warm, and comfortably cool at the same time.
However, the lukewarm water held one disadvantage for them. It caused the air to be humid and warm, making the cave they were moving in stuffy. That the access to fresh air was limited as well, so below the ground, made it only scarcer to divide around the group. With that train of thought Ophanim descended further down the pools, took a misstep once and felt himself slide away against the one in front of him. "S-Sorry," he mumbled at the girl who gave him a pointed look. The reluctant mix of voyagers didn't speak much to each other unless necessary, he guessed it was so that they could part from each other and never mention the other again when this was over.
Continuing in the silence from before the group passed down the dark road, following the glistering stream of water. The Avian did not know how much time had passed, and when he heard someone mumble about the hour they lived in he reminded himself of his profession. Of course he would, as a clockmaker, have something to measure the time with. However, it seemed that they would have to do it without the help of the clock. Ever since the fall down from the sewers his pocket watch had been screwed. Water having entered behind the glass and the delicate pieces inside of the clockwork had been damaged by the water. He would have to put it apart completely and dry each piece before getting it to work again, but now wasn't the time for that.
One thing was for certain, it had been way past his dining time, or times, leaving his stomach hungry and calling for food. He had however not packed any food with him when he set out for his journey. Stupid, now that he thought of it, for it didn't seem that there were any sources of food surrounding them either. It would seem that he will have to ask one of his companions, but in the time they had spent together he had seen none of them eating, so his assumption was that they had none. Surely they lot of them were suffering just as much as he did in the circumstances they were now. He just hoped that they were to reach their destination soon. Whatever their destination was.
Averagely they could spend thirty days without food. Ophanim knew that, but his body didn't it seemed as it felt weak and ready to devour itself. The sound their stomachs made to call out for food had long been ignored, the group having stopped apologising for the noise their bodies were making. At least they still had water, which they needed much more, but even that seemed to slim down as the water level was lower than it had been when they started to follow the stream.
"It is best to gather water now..." Medwick suddenly spoke to the group, halting as the rest followed suit. He was right, gathering water in bottles was their best guess for survival for now. Even if they were to run out soon it at least gave them a slightly bigger chance of reaching the end. Nodding a bit everyone started to fill their flasks, or whatever they had to contain water with in silence, trying to preserve their energy as much as possible.
Bending down to catch his fill of water the clockmaker realised how long they had been moving. His body felt sore and heavy from the long walk and his head ached. His jaw trembled as he tried to keep up a straight face, not wanted to come across as weak now, even if he felt like it. Everything screamed 'fatigue' at him, hunger and listlessness, the Avian would have lied down to rest for a while wasn't it for Amara who called the group together, having found something.
"Look at this," she spoke in a hushed voice, swiping her fingers over the marks she had found. Ash, a memory of whatever flame had lit there. There were more black spots that were of the same size as the one she had found. These marks weren't here at random, neither was it set up for a camp fire. It almost looked like they were there for a reason, but Ophanim couldn't think of what reason it could be, his head far too dizzy for him to think properly anymore. The hunter voiced the question that all of them thought, rubbing her thumb over her fingers as she examined the ash some more. "What's this?"