The sounds of loose grit and crunching stone echoed down the narrow entry into the multihued chamber. Sometimes using the outermost pinions of his mottled grey wings, the small gargoyle navigated the uneven path like a mountaineer would utilize a walking stick. It was utterly silent but for his movement further into the cave. A large gyrfalcon descended onto the lip of the cave’s small entrance, perched high above the remote valley floor. Unseen by human eyes, the opening blended into the dark vein of minerals cutting diagonally across the huge peak, named Mount Thor after the Scandinavian god of thunder.
The gyrfalcon’s head tipped back and forth as it watched the gargoyle slowly vanish into the far reaches. It’s been quite some time since he’s been here. What brings him back? the gyrfalcon wondered. Why his return? Perhaps he is seeking the last visitor? Unwhole was that one. Like a wingless youngling. Something missing.
Lohxnahr hummed softly, in a sing-song but rather tuneless voice, as he made his way back into the chamber of Zarentil. A soft lavender glow emanated from his face. The meter of his song matched his awkwardly meandering pace perfectly.
“Wonder…we…do…wonder…yes…what…comes… next?” The cherubic creature skipped on the penultimate word of his hummed song, briefly losing his balance as he did so. A moment later, the gyrfalcon launched off its dizzying perch, as the sound of crashing rock and a cloud of dust spewed out of the cavern’s entry.
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