"Are you letting me win? I'm blushing. You should know I like a surrendered victory almost as much as won one, if you keep this up I'll get mixed signals."
He tosses a dazzling smile over his shoulder as he keeps them on their little path toward the passage of rolling waves. The Cat, however, makes sure to get nowhere near them himself, even going as far as to finally drop their hands so that he can walk on the other side of Edwin's body as they go, though it shouldn't be any surprise that he's not the biggest fan of water, despite living on a dockland and being pretty much constantly surrounded by the sea on this little inlet.
He comes to the stop by the mouth of, yes, a cave; a big gap in the dark rock of the sloping hill, cut in with ocean rocks serving as a little dam that stops the tide from flooding the floor. At least when it's low, like it is right now. It's unassuming and very standard as far as caves go, but once they get inside — once the Cat has shown Edwin where to step to avoid the rock pools and little pockets of deepsand — a second chamber is revealed to the left of the initial opening, and this is — or so the Cat says — where the real attraction is.
Upon entering, this side chamber is lit very faintly by a light that seems to come from nowhere, tinted almost pink despite no reflecting glass or sea water to bounce back onto the walls. The walls themselves are the first sign that there has been the influence of something other than natural time on the stone that makes up the cave. There are scratches in the walls, little holes drilled into certain crevices, and one large one that seems to travel all around the room as if something large tried to split the system in two.
"You were pretty close," the Cat says, uncovering with one boot the crack travelling straight across the floor, dusting away the sand in the center, so Edwin can see. "There's a ley line here, but it's been damaged from years of bad influence, and by curious mystery hunting humans who pick up on one too many folklore theories that they'd do better to leave the fuck alone."
All his previous flirty manner has gone as he looks down at the jagged line on the floor, leaving him almost... serious. It's a strange look for him.
"It needs upkeep every so often, or its power gets hard to tap into, and even harder to predict. I used to work at it with Esther, but since she's indisposed," A tight little smile. "I thought you might like to help."
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Date: 2025-09-13 11:46 am (UTC)He tosses a dazzling smile over his shoulder as he keeps them on their little path toward the passage of rolling waves. The Cat, however, makes sure to get nowhere near them himself, even going as far as to finally drop their hands so that he can walk on the other side of Edwin's body as they go, though it shouldn't be any surprise that he's not the biggest fan of water, despite living on a dockland and being pretty much constantly surrounded by the sea on this little inlet.
He comes to the stop by the mouth of, yes, a cave; a big gap in the dark rock of the sloping hill, cut in with ocean rocks serving as a little dam that stops the tide from flooding the floor. At least when it's low, like it is right now. It's unassuming and very standard as far as caves go, but once they get inside — once the Cat has shown Edwin where to step to avoid the rock pools and little pockets of deepsand — a second chamber is revealed to the left of the initial opening, and this is — or so the Cat says — where the real attraction is.
Upon entering, this side chamber is lit very faintly by a light that seems to come from nowhere, tinted almost pink despite no reflecting glass or sea water to bounce back onto the walls. The walls themselves are the first sign that there has been the influence of something other than natural time on the stone that makes up the cave. There are scratches in the walls, little holes drilled into certain crevices, and one large one that seems to travel all around the room as if something large tried to split the system in two.
"You were pretty close," the Cat says, uncovering with one boot the crack travelling straight across the floor, dusting away the sand in the center, so Edwin can see. "There's a ley line here, but it's been damaged from years of bad influence, and by curious mystery hunting humans who pick up on one too many folklore theories that they'd do better to leave the fuck alone."
All his previous flirty manner has gone as he looks down at the jagged line on the floor, leaving him almost... serious. It's a strange look for him.
"It needs upkeep every so often, or its power gets hard to tap into, and even harder to predict. I used to work at it with Esther, but since she's indisposed," A tight little smile. "I thought you might like to help."