Idleness is unbecoming of warriors, the clarion call of a fundamental shift in the ecosystem ( birds scattering from the canopy, flora shudderingāa chill condensing to sweat on the back of the neck ) rushing his feet to rush headfirst into the foray. Though only a few days since he first arrived to this strange forest in complete confusion & alarm, the duty to answer aid wherever he can is indiscriminate, leading him towards the source of the tremors.
This is where he stands now: head craned skywards to the towering mountain, then back down to an earthen maw spewing ominous fog. With minimal effort, his vision enhances & attempts to pierce through the brume. Past the lights, grazing the statues, & just as he believes himself capable of perceiving the other end, his observations hit their limit, stopped by what feels like a subtle pressure behind his eyes. He dares not chance it at the moment. Lips pull taut, shoulders descending with a disappointed exhale.
His head turns quickly when contemplation ( resolved to march into the unknown ) is cut short by the rustling of grass, grip on his bow loosening when met with another. Arjuna nods politely, cutting straight to business, making a vague gesture towards the cave.
āGreetings. I suppose your guess is as good as mine regarding this peculiar turn of events?ā
@infernalire













