Bleddyn really didn't want to move. Further, she probably couldn't.
This time, she knew what was coming.
In fact, she anticipated becoming the next casualty of herself.
Surely that would be appropriate vengeance for taking her the lives of her father and all the others jarringly absent.
The accumulative pressure from before nearly achieving its full dictatorial control once again, she faced Wolfram silently as the racing cracks met up and merged with the fresh scars. "You'd better run," she said simply just before the telltale rumbling rose to herald the ground's repeated cleaving.
Sherri was undecided, choosing between the more appealing option, screaming her head off, and of course conserving her oxygen. She glanced at the pale, unconscious pixie. If she hadn't tried to help Sherri, then she would be fine, with plentiful oxygen, all being released by that golden orb.Brisa nodded excitedly, staring down into the earth. “I can see them through the ground!” She exclaimed, giving a hop of joy that broke her concentration, and she looked back up at the non-skeletal version of the group. “We need to get them air.” She knelt down and shouted down the crack. “Can anyone hear me?”
She did this for her. Sherri had to return the favor.
And so Sherri opened her jaws, prepared to unleash an earsplitting yowl.
That's when the earth began to crumble. Air seeped in through the cracks, and the low ceiling sunk farther.
And after a second's delay, Sherri delivered. 'HELP!'
