Snippet #1704344

And what a marvellous view. Standing atop the pillar, on the plateau she had seen from the door, she found that just this view was worth the fall she had experienced. Here, there were maybe a hundred of pillars like the one she was standing on, but she could barely just make out the floor by their foot. It seemed that those who had built the place, or maybe, it would be more accurate to say that those who had dug out the place had dug deep. When she laid down on her stomach, and looked down from the edge, she was pretty sure that there were walkways and bridges halfway down, or up, depending on your perspective.

The air was thick with dust, but it didn't bother her at all. She felt like sitting there, indulging in the atmosphere and just wait for Ford, but she also felt like moving further. if he was running around far below her, he didn't stand a chance of finding her. Looking around once more, something caught her attention. In the middle of the room, there was a plateau that was closer to the surface than the rest. There was a little way over there, but it looked like there was a desk and a chair. Had this been someone's workspace, and if so, what on earth had they been doing? She stood there for a few minutes, not sure what to do. In the end, her need for adrenaline won. There was a pillar close to her, and the space between that one, and the one she was standing on weren't that big. If she was lucky, she could make the jump. She took a few steps backwards, and then ran.

And screamed.

In the instant she jumped, images of her falling popped into her head, and she couldn't help it. Screaming like a scared little girl, and waving her hands in the air, she almost flew through the air, and then slammed against the edge of the pillar. She tried with all her might to grab onto something, and at the same time tried to swing her leg up over the edge, and how exactly she made it is hard to tell. But she did it with the power of panic. Gasping, and still yelping a little, she curled up and tried to catch her breath.

After a while of selfpity, she turned and looked around again. This time, there was a bridge connecting this pillar to the next. This would be less scary at least. But still, she was beginning to miss Ford a whole lot, and she wanted to be comforted. But she still headed for the bridge, and discovered that she didn't have the nerves to just walk across, she'd have to run. The mix of pain and adrenaline made her unstable, and she could hardly think straight. And then she ran. She made it across with no trouble this time, and once again curled up to try and calm herself. To get to the desk, she'd just have to climb a little now, since it was almost directly above her. With tears in her eyes she clawed onto the uneven wall she'd have to climb. She pulled herself up, and didn't look down. Inch by inch she made her way up, until she could see the desk. She hadn't had other choice than to leave the torch behind, so as she inched her way to the desk, she repeated what she had done when looking at her map earlier. Shedding light from her hands, she was able to see, and could now make out that there were quite a few things on the desk. She walked closer, and careful no to break anything, she sat down in the chair. Papers and boxes, ink houses and whatnot were strewn across the desk, and Coriander couldn't keep her curiosity in check.