splendidcitrus

Estzel was getting tired of the winding routes. She and Belaya have been exploring for a while now, but the path was so winding and the tree roots so similar to one another that she was getting a headache. She reached a hand out to rest against a wall, massaging her temples. She was about to complain to the white Haunter by her side, but she realized that the wall she was leaning against felt weird. Cracked… or carved? Estzel took a step back to look at the wall. It was tall, looming, cracked, and a pale white bleached by the sun. But more interesting were the carvetures. Swirls and patterns lined what remained of the wall. Estzel took