The Sea's blessing - Part One

Merrisol revolves slowly beyond three-sixty degrees one direction, then slows and spins the other way. Wynter is there by the second pass, and he smiles ruefully at the Pathian. "I'm alright! Come on down, the ice is fine!" he calls carefully through the existing crevice, eyes darting as the eerie moans sifting over and around. Unsure of her intent behind giving him a 'leg up', he shakes his head with a cheery, "Oh, not heading back up just yet. This is fascinating, Wynter.. it's almost.. well not quite.. but it's /reminiscent/ of Icedeep's passages down into Rivlok." He pauses, and more briefly explains, "Above Rebma City." He lifts his other hand to grip the cord and starts to swing back and forth, so that he can aim another peg into the adjacent shelf. It will serve as an escape line if they can somehow find the habitrail paths back up after using that spiral track to the depths. "Speaking of. Hey... anyone feeling anything weird pressure-wise?" he asks with concern, once the others have descended this far.
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