Thread:Enchanteddragons/@comment-32460917-20190614051425/@comment-32460917-20190618080022

Altair thought she caught sight of something near Chan. Her eyes burned purple for a split second and other shadows - much less animated or unique, mind you - peeled away from the walls to surround what had followed Chan in.

Back near the entrance, the shadow of a stalagmite moved, forming a fairly noticeable eye shape. The iris of it moved down and stared at Galaxian.

"Putting them to good use, I see." Chan commented, watching the shadows circle her.

"Why wouldn't I? They've kept me safe these last few centuries."

"Glad to hear it."

Altair fell silent again at that. The two of them ventured on until the cave felt less like a cave and more like an actual dwelling. Posters, papers, and banners hung from rock ledges, and numerous book-laden desks were popping up. The room was well lit with floating orbs of light.