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@this-is-not-an-alien

Princess Dramatic bumped into Riure very unprincessly.

LOL! I love that! XD. I think I’ll be referring to Liorah as Princess Dramatic from now on.😂😂

@joelle-stone

If this was a dream, it was the best one she’d ever had, even if she couldn’t see in it. Most dreams she could see, but now and again the images were blurry. It always hurt when that happened, for Riure knew that she was beginning to forget what the sky looked like, and how grass rippled in the breeze like water, or how beautiful the color green was. She’d always hoped her eyes were green, but Lytt had gently informed her that they were a golden brown. That was good enough, she supposed.

Wow! You keep impressing me with how well you write Riure! That part is brilliant! You write her so well, and I love how you describe everything clearly without using sight.

Footsteps. Light, determined, and swift, they probably belonged to a female. A female who either had short legs or was walking fast. A female headed directly towards Riure.

That’s amazing! I don’t know how you guessed, but that’s exactly what Liorah’s footsteps sound like!

@wingiby-iggiby

Oh, that makes sense (head jewelry   )! And whatever idea you have, noticing drafts was clever

Thank you! I hope it works!

Liorah

For some reason, the boy that greeted me earlier, Ehud, his name was, and the girl with the dog both giggled when I said ‘blind’. I frowned, puzzled. What was so funny? They didn’t seem to be laughing at me, but there was something I was missing out on.

A young man with a slightly arrogant tilt to his chin answered my request.

“First of all,” He drawled, “what are you planning to do? I won’t throw my pants into a fire unless I know it’ll work.”

I scowled. He was certainly mocking me, and since my request had been sincere, it annoyed me. Judging by his higher quality of clothes and his self-important reply, he was a noble of some sort.

A sudden flash of movement caught my eye. The delicate girl tumbled backward, a passage opening behind her. I instinctively reached for my sword but stifled the impulse to draw it. It was only a wall, not an enemy.

The girl sprawled on the ground, seemingly disoriented until someone helped her up.

I couldn’t help staring at her, trying to figure out the mystery. When I saw the way she gripped the scruff of the dog’s neck and how he seemed to lead her, I finally understood.

The girl was blind. I bit my lip, finally understanding why she and Ehud had laughed when I said blind. My pun had been unintentional, and I hoped I hadn’t offended her.

“Hey, Ehud,” she said with a nervous huff of laughter. “Make that four passageways.”

Ehud fumbled through his pockets and produced a rag. I examined it. It would do.

“Thank you, that’s fine,” I said, with a smile. I decided I liked Ehud. He was a bit odd but seemed kind.

Ignoring the arrogant young man, I drew my dagger and struck a spark against the rock wall. The spark caught on the rag and a trickle of smoke circled up as the tiny flame licked up the fabric. I smiled.

Ehud seemed puzzled, glancing back and forth between me and the passages. Finally, he said,

“Would a flashlight work better?”

I paused, briefly confused. ‘Flashlight’? I assumed he meant some sort of lantern.

“It isn’t for the light,” I said, both to Ehud and the other young man who stood watching the proceedings with raised eyebrows.

I turned to him and my voice stiffened.

“It’s drafty in here, and a draft means air circulation. Air has to go in, and come out.” I glanced up at the small hole.

“There can’t be enough air for fourteen people through that little hole. And, since it’s drafty, it’s going out somewhere.”

I shot him a sharp look.

“Does that answer your question, or do I need to explain what air is and why you need it?”

I usually made a rule not to be sarcastic to people the first time I met them, but I was more than happy to make an exception.

The ringlet of smoke was carried on by the draft and swirled into three of the passages, including the one the blind girl had just found.

I pointed to the remaining passage.

“See? That one has no exit. It’s airtight, and we would have suffocated,” I said, triumphantly.

As the rag burnt out, I noticed something odd. The smoke was getting sucked behind one of the shiny, reflective surfaces. They looked rather like highly reflective glass.

“Anyone try breaking that?” I asked, pointing to it. “There’s a reasonably close exit for the air behind it.”

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If I mischaracterized anyone’s characters, I’m really sorry, I’m still trying to figure out what they’re like.😉

Besides, Liorah has a tendency to jump to conclusions😂