Flufftober Day 12
“This is spooky.” Nyx eyed the forbidding walls with suspicion, rubbing his arm as goosebumps rose under his jacket.
“Really?” Cor turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought Galahdans revered their ancestors.”
“We do.” Nyx returned Cor’s look with one of his own. “What we don’t do is seal them away in cold marble under ground.” He dropped his hand as he leaned closer to Cor.
Cor huffed at him.
Nyx poked him in the shoulder. “Don’t you dare laugh at me.” He poked him again. “I will never understand you Lucians, putting your dead in these giant masoleums far under ground. How do you visit during feast days?”
“We don’t, generally.” Cor looked around. “Especially here. The tombs under the Citadel are for the royal and royal-adjacent. You did say you wanted to come down here.”
“I know.” Nyx sighed and tugged a braid. “You’re always talking about the dead kings, the things they did. I just thought it would be more interesting.”
Cor smirked and poked him back. “You should know better than believe glaive rumors about buried treasure.”
Nyx scowled. “It’s not that, not that Tredd didn’t try his best to come up with some new ones.” He looked at the patterns carved into the black marble. “Crowe has all these theories about the connection between magic and the history of the Lucian kings. She was after me to report back what I found.”
“Remind me to introduce her to Lita in Archives. She’d love a chance to talk obscure magical theory.” Cor placed his hand in the small of Nyx’s back and steered him further down the hall. “There’s some interesting murals further down.”
“Alright, but after this, we’re going somewhere more lively. With drinks, preferably.” Nyx followed Cor’s lead.
“Sounds like a plan.”
