Cinnamon Bun

Chapter Five Hundred and Four - Lighter

Awen and Desiree both had better light-making magic than I had. Awen with her Glass-magic, which she could empower with a bit of magic to turn a bulb of glass into a bright beacon, and Desiree with a rather unique spell that created two balls of light on the end of her tails, each individually brighter than my own Lightball spell.

I just kept my lightball tied to my ear tip to give us some idea of where the ceiling was, and of course Orange glowed warmly where she was cuddled in my arms.

With the four of us providing some light and no freaky darkness magic keeping the area shrouded in shadows, the weird gashed walls weren't nearly as scary. It was pretty easy to navigate the tunnels.

Easy, but not... simple.

The tunnels might have been well-built, but they were also kind of confusing. We passed several intersections, only pausing long enough for Awen to scratch a marking on the wall pointing in the direction we were walking.

As we entered on of the intersections, Awen frowned and inspected the floor. "There's an incline here," she said.

"There is?" I asked. I knelt down, careful not to squish Orange any more than she'd be during a hug, and then eyed the ground. It looked pretty even to me.

Awen searched her pockets and came out with a piece of string. A few moments later, and there was a tear-shaped bulb on the end. She lowered the bulb to the ground and held it by the far end of the string. "See?" she said.