"For once, it's not because of my bullshit," Eeri gasped. "Were you able to save the cube?"
"ney" Azazor grumbled in a breath, slouching onto his back to catch his breath. "ramèch, let's hope there's no gallery leading to the plateau of the ridge."
Eeri stood up quickly and slowly started to pull up the rope.
"One more Tryker with us, and it would have broken, she laughed. We were lucky. But I don't think we'll be able to use it again."
"One less Fyrossa and I would have finished my trip here."
"Don't talk nonsense. We're just making a good team," replied Eeri. "When we're not smacking each other around,", she thought.
Eeri hurriedly climbed a small hill, and watched the surroundings, on the lookout.
"Don't delay, Aza. If the kitins have a way to get up here, they'll roll up any minute…"
"You're right. Let's not dawdle."
Azazor sit up quickly. They had to get away from the edge of the ridge and move carefully, on the lookout. The mountain probably had many tunnels, it could take only one access for a horde of kirostas to come after them.
"So that was it, Coriolis," announced Azazor, in a solemn manner.
"I guess so. I didn't really know what to expect…"
"There's nothing left but the little we could see."
"Otherwise, we'd have to find a way to get down further."
"Are you seriously thinking about it?"
Eeri stopped, and looked towards the horizon.
"geniyùch, talorùch, didraùch... dey, odraùch.*"
"Do you really think this is the time to declare poetry?" Azazor scoffed.
"Well… We've come this far, and even if it's not as glorious as we imagined, we should find the kind of quote that could remain in the legend, you understand…
Azazor shrugged his shoulders with an unconvinced look.
"The legend," Azazor laughed, resuming his walk. "What a beautiful legend you're."
"You're right, ney, that doesn't sound so good," she continued. "And there's nobody else but us, we'll be able to come up with something that's a little bit cooler later on."
Eeri followed Azazor's lead, sticking out her tongue toward him.
"ney" Azazor grumbled in a breath, slouching onto his back to catch his breath. "ramèch, let's hope there's no gallery leading to the plateau of the ridge."
Eeri stood up quickly and slowly started to pull up the rope.
"One more Tryker with us, and it would have broken, she laughed. We were lucky. But I don't think we'll be able to use it again."
"One less Fyrossa and I would have finished my trip here."
"Don't talk nonsense. We're just making a good team," replied Eeri. "When we're not smacking each other around,", she thought.
Eeri hurriedly climbed a small hill, and watched the surroundings, on the lookout.
"Don't delay, Aza. If the kitins have a way to get up here, they'll roll up any minute…"
"You're right. Let's not dawdle."
Azazor sit up quickly. They had to get away from the edge of the ridge and move carefully, on the lookout. The mountain probably had many tunnels, it could take only one access for a horde of kirostas to come after them.
"So that was it, Coriolis," announced Azazor, in a solemn manner.
"I guess so. I didn't really know what to expect…"
"There's nothing left but the little we could see."
"Otherwise, we'd have to find a way to get down further."
"Are you seriously thinking about it?"
Eeri stopped, and looked towards the horizon.
"geniyùch, talorùch, didraùch... dey, odraùch.*"
"Do you really think this is the time to declare poetry?" Azazor scoffed.
"Well… We've come this far, and even if it's not as glorious as we imagined, we should find the kind of quote that could remain in the legend, you understand…
Azazor shrugged his shoulders with an unconvinced look.
"The legend," Azazor laughed, resuming his walk. "What a beautiful legend you're."
"You're right, ney, that doesn't sound so good," she continued. "And there's nobody else but us, we'll be able to come up with something that's a little bit cooler later on."
Eeri followed Azazor's lead, sticking out her tongue toward him.
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Eeri"Quand on a le nez trop près de la bouteille, on ne voit plus le bar"