@Jinkz
"Hezavur?" Kaladin sounded confused. His expression turned skeptical. It wasn't uncommon for outsiders to seek council from one of the Six, but as far as he was aware, Hezavur didn't leave the Neverdark and the Imperial was tight-lipped about his past. He looked past Zhi and Valthyra, at the afternoon sky. He squinted up at the sun, judging it's position. "Very well, follow me." He turned and walked into the dark tunnel mouth.
Valthyra was only a few moments behind. When she had first arrived with her parents, the entrance to the Neverdark had been scary. Now, it was only slightly intimidating. Being underground was not a pleasant feeling to someone used to traveling under the open sky.
The tunnel was not dark. Torches with magical fire were spaced at intervals, leaving no shadows inbetween. The tunnel floor was smooth stone and was cool against the bottom of her paws. The tunnel sloped gently downwards before opening into a massive space.
It was like an underground palace. The ceiling was high, so high, that the light from the torches that lined the walls couldn't reach. The shadows above were dotted by hundreds of tiny white orbs, making it resemble a moonless night sky. They glowed faintly, and one even blazed across the darkness before winking out, much like a shooting star.
Valthyra just stood there, gazing upwards. This would never get old. Kaladin didn't pause and got a few steps ahead before she realized he wasn't going to stop. She hurried to catch up. The floor was covered in exotic rugs and pattered drapes hung on the walls, between the torches.
There were cushioned seats for dragons to lounge on, but no one was in the foyer besides them. There was also only one entrance. The gilded doors were huge. They towered upwards, taking up the north wall and looked impossible for only one dragon to open. In fact... there were no handles that she could see.
Kaladin turned to them. "Wait here. Though, Valthyra, since you and your family are of the Neverdark, you do not have to stay."
"No, I'll stay," she replied.
Kaladin nodded and turned back to the doors. He spoke three words, words Valthyra couldn't understand. The doors shuddered and he motioned for them to step back as they slung open. There were no hinges or mechanisms that she could see or hear; they opened silently, gliding inches above the floor before stopping.
Beyond was a cavern so huge, that the foyer seemed cramped in comparison and was ablaze in light. There was not one shadow despite the cavern's size -and lack of torches or grates or any other means of lighting. The light was just there. Instead of being dark from lack of light, it was like that darkness had been replaced with light. It reached into every nook and cranny. It did not flicker or wane, nor did it increase or decrease. As far as Valthyra knew, the entirety of the Neverdark -the foyer and entrance tunnel being an exception- was like this.
Ledges that led to caves that served as homes for those in the Neverdark lined the walls in levels, with the larger ones reaching upwards. There was no floor beyond the doors. Kaladin moved to the edge, spread his wings, and leaped into the cavern. He glided upwards just as the doors swung silently shut, blocking Valthyra's view.
"They don't allow unauthorized dragons into the Neverdark," she turned to explain to Zhi. "He'll bring Hezavur here and then they will go from there." She sat on her haunches, tail curling about her paws. She fidgeted with her arm silks before something occurred to her and her eyes widened.
"Oh no! I forgot my pearl!" Her voice echoed in the foyer. How could she have forgotten her pearl? It was a part of her, like any Pearlcatcher. Pearls were with them from the moment they hatched to the moment they died and to lose one's pearl was to fall into disgrace.
"Oh no..." Valythra whispered again, gripping her silks so hard that her claws almost tore them into ribbons. "I'm sure it's fine, mother and father will look after it," she said to herself.
"Hezavur?" Kaladin sounded confused. His expression turned skeptical. It wasn't uncommon for outsiders to seek council from one of the Six, but as far as he was aware, Hezavur didn't leave the Neverdark and the Imperial was tight-lipped about his past. He looked past Zhi and Valthyra, at the afternoon sky. He squinted up at the sun, judging it's position. "Very well, follow me." He turned and walked into the dark tunnel mouth.
Valthyra was only a few moments behind. When she had first arrived with her parents, the entrance to the Neverdark had been scary. Now, it was only slightly intimidating. Being underground was not a pleasant feeling to someone used to traveling under the open sky.
The tunnel was not dark. Torches with magical fire were spaced at intervals, leaving no shadows inbetween. The tunnel floor was smooth stone and was cool against the bottom of her paws. The tunnel sloped gently downwards before opening into a massive space.
It was like an underground palace. The ceiling was high, so high, that the light from the torches that lined the walls couldn't reach. The shadows above were dotted by hundreds of tiny white orbs, making it resemble a moonless night sky. They glowed faintly, and one even blazed across the darkness before winking out, much like a shooting star.
Valthyra just stood there, gazing upwards. This would never get old. Kaladin didn't pause and got a few steps ahead before she realized he wasn't going to stop. She hurried to catch up. The floor was covered in exotic rugs and pattered drapes hung on the walls, between the torches.
There were cushioned seats for dragons to lounge on, but no one was in the foyer besides them. There was also only one entrance. The gilded doors were huge. They towered upwards, taking up the north wall and looked impossible for only one dragon to open. In fact... there were no handles that she could see.
Kaladin turned to them. "Wait here. Though, Valthyra, since you and your family are of the Neverdark, you do not have to stay."
"No, I'll stay," she replied.
Kaladin nodded and turned back to the doors. He spoke three words, words Valthyra couldn't understand. The doors shuddered and he motioned for them to step back as they slung open. There were no hinges or mechanisms that she could see or hear; they opened silently, gliding inches above the floor before stopping.
Beyond was a cavern so huge, that the foyer seemed cramped in comparison and was ablaze in light. There was not one shadow despite the cavern's size -and lack of torches or grates or any other means of lighting. The light was just there. Instead of being dark from lack of light, it was like that darkness had been replaced with light. It reached into every nook and cranny. It did not flicker or wane, nor did it increase or decrease. As far as Valthyra knew, the entirety of the Neverdark -the foyer and entrance tunnel being an exception- was like this.
Ledges that led to caves that served as homes for those in the Neverdark lined the walls in levels, with the larger ones reaching upwards. There was no floor beyond the doors. Kaladin moved to the edge, spread his wings, and leaped into the cavern. He glided upwards just as the doors swung silently shut, blocking Valthyra's view.
"They don't allow unauthorized dragons into the Neverdark," she turned to explain to Zhi. "He'll bring Hezavur here and then they will go from there." She sat on her haunches, tail curling about her paws. She fidgeted with her arm silks before something occurred to her and her eyes widened.
"Oh no! I forgot my pearl!" Her voice echoed in the foyer. How could she have forgotten her pearl? It was a part of her, like any Pearlcatcher. Pearls were with them from the moment they hatched to the moment they died and to lose one's pearl was to fall into disgrace.
"Oh no..." Valythra whispered again, gripping her silks so hard that her claws almost tore them into ribbons. "I'm sure it's fine, mother and father will look after it," she said to herself.