"This is her tomb. She was a witch," Carmelina recited, running her hands over the symbols on the walls as they walked, and wishing she could stand there longer to decipher it all, to take down drawings of them - she was itching to - and instead she just traced over them with her hands in the hopes the act would commit them to memory.
She did find herself dawdling as the others had already reached the bridge up ahead, and whatever lurked in the depths beneath. "In the interest of full disclosure," she called over, supposing she should at least relate some of the acutely distressing messages on the wall, "she was known for mastery of curses, those most grievous and unspeakable and vile. In her life, and afterwards. 'I shall cast the fear of myself into him who...'" Well, they all knew. The problem was, the curses had evidently been set off a month ago with the fog. So what choice did they have but to continue on?
(Glancing at the bridge, Carmelina began wracking her brains for something she might use as a rope. Just in case.)
She did find herself dawdling as the others had already reached the bridge up ahead, and whatever lurked in the depths beneath. "In the interest of full disclosure," she called over, supposing she should at least relate some of the acutely distressing messages on the wall, "she was known for mastery of curses, those most grievous and unspeakable and vile. In her life, and afterwards. 'I shall cast the fear of myself into him who...'" Well, they all knew. The problem was, the curses had evidently been set off a month ago with the fog. So what choice did they have but to continue on?
(Glancing at the bridge, Carmelina began wracking her brains for something she might use as a rope. Just in case.)
