Ashylynn's quiet footsteps felt loud in the dark stillness of the tunnels behind the ancient fortress as she wove her way through the darkness toward Nyrielle's private chambers.
It hadn't been long since these tunnels felt strange, oppressive and even a bit intimidating. When she first started coming down here, she needed Nyrielle or one of the others to guide her, and as often as not, Nyrielle carried her, though Ashlynn felt like that had just been an excuse for her lover to hold her closely.
Now, however, the darkness felt… Familiar. Safe and sheltering, just as it must for Nyrielle and her progeny. Ashlynn had yet to reach a point where she could navigate the tunnels without the help of a lamp, but the one she carried in her right hand only provided a small pool of pale yellow illumination, yet it was more than enough for her keen eyes to navigate the darkness by.
