9th Saun
Arc 717
Arc 717
The tension created by those creatures had been enough for her that she'd needed to make possibly the worst joke she had ever made and Vega gave Arlo a grin. "I don't know about you, Arlo, but those things flibbertied my gibbet." Which was, apparently, Vega-speak for the fact that they frightened her. "Creepy noise. That was a creepy noise. " She was more than happy to pull the four of them, the bodies of the creatures into the spot they had determined. They were heavier than they looked and the young woman felt her muscles working. She made sure to pull with bent knees and was in the middle of being quite serious about it all when he told her about the other deer, the 'Oh' deer. Vega looked at him and she frowned then shook her head. "Yer makin' it up, so you are. You are, aren't you?" If she sounded pleading, she explained, it was because she didn't know that she could live happily in a world where someone came up with that as a name.
"If I get to name 'em, I'll call em..." She considered and then grinned. "Sn'oh Deer. Snow deer. Get it?" With a sigh, Vega stood from where they were working. Evidently, a woman of her wit, skill and talent was wasted here. Looking at the fallen creatures, she considered. "Well, the damn things have got hides so thick arrows bounce. Might make good protection too. You any good at sewing?" Somehow, there was no doubt that she thought it was a skill that was right up his street.
Which way? Vega grinned at him approvingly and looked at the map. "Why don't people ever label maps?" A few words like 'scary deer here' would have been really helpful already. Or, even better, 'scary armoured deer here'. That would have been great. "Look, this room has like... squiggles in it. Shall we go see what the squiggles are?" It was down a long corridor, twisting and turning. Vega kept her eyes out and pointed to some tiny almost pin-pricks in the snow. "Spiders, I reckon. Yep. Look, see?" Somewhere along the lines, Vega had grown good at hunting and tracking.
They came to a room, a cavern. It was lit, like the other one and it's ceiling was lower and less uniform. The whole room seemed more likely to be naturally occurring and as they stepped in, Vega stopped dead in her tracks. There, in front of them, were ice sculptures of people. It was a scene, like they'd been people going about their lives and then suddenly in a trill, turned to ice. A group sitting at a table and eating, some people walking, others sitting and talking, it seemed. Each one of them was frozen in perfect stillness, the detail of each of them exquisite.
Without even thinking about it, Vega put her hand on Arlo's arm. "Arlo, look," she whispered. Afraid to go too much further in, just in case she got turned to ice, Vega observed from where they were. "It's like it's telling a story. What story is it telling, Arlo?" She sounded, because she was, entirely entranced.
"If I get to name 'em, I'll call em..." She considered and then grinned. "Sn'oh Deer. Snow deer. Get it?" With a sigh, Vega stood from where they were working. Evidently, a woman of her wit, skill and talent was wasted here. Looking at the fallen creatures, she considered. "Well, the damn things have got hides so thick arrows bounce. Might make good protection too. You any good at sewing?" Somehow, there was no doubt that she thought it was a skill that was right up his street.
Which way? Vega grinned at him approvingly and looked at the map. "Why don't people ever label maps?" A few words like 'scary deer here' would have been really helpful already. Or, even better, 'scary armoured deer here'. That would have been great. "Look, this room has like... squiggles in it. Shall we go see what the squiggles are?" It was down a long corridor, twisting and turning. Vega kept her eyes out and pointed to some tiny almost pin-pricks in the snow. "Spiders, I reckon. Yep. Look, see?" Somewhere along the lines, Vega had grown good at hunting and tracking.
They came to a room, a cavern. It was lit, like the other one and it's ceiling was lower and less uniform. The whole room seemed more likely to be naturally occurring and as they stepped in, Vega stopped dead in her tracks. There, in front of them, were ice sculptures of people. It was a scene, like they'd been people going about their lives and then suddenly in a trill, turned to ice. A group sitting at a table and eating, some people walking, others sitting and talking, it seemed. Each one of them was frozen in perfect stillness, the detail of each of them exquisite.
Without even thinking about it, Vega put her hand on Arlo's arm. "Arlo, look," she whispered. Afraid to go too much further in, just in case she got turned to ice, Vega observed from where they were. "It's like it's telling a story. What story is it telling, Arlo?" She sounded, because she was, entirely entranced.