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Apr. 21st, 2005 05:19 pmEKUU:
“Yes!” Blair crowed from ahead, in the blink of an eye he had darted down the steps.
Jim skirted around the orb, leaning far back so he would not come in contact. It dodged his footsteps as he joined Blair in the catacombes.
The room was like all the others, cold and dark, with a vaulted ceiling. Blair stood before the plaque that had caught his attention so effectively on the television programme. Crouching down, he brushed reverent fingers over the surface. Happy – I am in lecture mode – Blair sounds filled the room. Jim kept one ear tuned on his guide, but his attention was mainly focused on the orb. Slowly, it rose until it hovered cheerfully at eye level.
Cheerful?
He squinted, studying the swirling eddies. Colours, cool and refreshing, polar blue and northern sky, danced gently, swaying around a surging centre.
“Jim?”
He jerked around. “Yeah?”
“What’re you doing?” Blair’s broad brow furrowed.
“You found your plaque-thingy?” Jim asked gracelessly. He arrowed towards the plague. It was hewn from dark, grey stone and the motif was crudely drawn. Likely once upon a time the images had stood out in sharp relief, but the elements had muted the edges. Jim gently brushed the edge, feeling the sharp bite of mica.
He felt the dynamic lurch that heralded motion sickness. The world moved out of synch and out of order. He remained still; his ears said that a floor should not undulate. Yet the world segued sideways. Grey masonry frittered away to reveal a bleak, autumnal hill side. Drizzle brushed his upturned face.
::BLANK::
“Yes!” Blair crowed from ahead, in the blink of an eye he had darted down the steps.
Jim skirted around the orb, leaning far back so he would not come in contact. It dodged his footsteps as he joined Blair in the catacombes.
The room was like all the others, cold and dark, with a vaulted ceiling. Blair stood before the plaque that had caught his attention so effectively on the television programme. Crouching down, he brushed reverent fingers over the surface. Happy – I am in lecture mode – Blair sounds filled the room. Jim kept one ear tuned on his guide, but his attention was mainly focused on the orb. Slowly, it rose until it hovered cheerfully at eye level.
Cheerful?
He squinted, studying the swirling eddies. Colours, cool and refreshing, polar blue and northern sky, danced gently, swaying around a surging centre.
“Jim?”
He jerked around. “Yeah?”
“What’re you doing?” Blair’s broad brow furrowed.
“You found your plaque-thingy?” Jim asked gracelessly. He arrowed towards the plague. It was hewn from dark, grey stone and the motif was crudely drawn. Likely once upon a time the images had stood out in sharp relief, but the elements had muted the edges. Jim gently brushed the edge, feeling the sharp bite of mica.
He felt the dynamic lurch that heralded motion sickness. The world moved out of synch and out of order. He remained still; his ears said that a floor should not undulate. Yet the world segued sideways. Grey masonry frittered away to reveal a bleak, autumnal hill side. Drizzle brushed his upturned face.
::BLANK::
