Two figures paddle their way down a hidden underground river, deep beneath the earth. The boat drifts across the ice cold, inky black water, but the darkness seems to be no barrier: the paddling is steady and consistent, if a bit slow, as if there was no urgency for the travellers to reach any particular destination.

  Her would-be attacker flashed a familiar smirk as Lyrian's paddle dipped back into the water. "Judging by your expression, you were either about to have a philosophical epiphany, or getting ready to drown. Either way, I'm not letting myself paddle alone here." Dusky skin and a shock of violet dreadlocks framed a smart, wry face. Creed smiled despite herself... Aurelia was like her sister, but OH so earnest in a way that her sarcastic nature sometimes chafed with, and Saren was just, well, Saren. Lyrian always broke the tension, whether at the right moments when her companions would get lost in their thoughts, or the very wrong ones. She shuddered to think of the number of situations he had mistaken his tongue of tin for silver and gotten their whole group in trouble.

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