Haku hesitates. There's a roof above them or a ceiling, the wooden bottom of a floor.
"People who want to live outside of jars," He replies, very quietly, then continues upwards, feeling in the dim light for a catch, then pushes at the wooden surface. It gives, admitting them both into a claustrophobic little space, with a sharply slanted roof; it's narrow enough that Haku has to put the jar through first, and then climb up after. The effect is much like being inside a stone-and-wooden tent.
When Haku pulls the trap door shut after them, it is pitchy black. Then, there is light; a little bobbing glow, like a droplet of water in Haku's palm, illuminating the space.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving you here in the dark," He says, and almost smiles, "Look at this."
There's a little give in part of the roof. When Haku pushes it up and open, the sudden daylight is blinding; it's a beautiful day, and on the stone crenelation just visible from this angle, there's a seagull perched, looking out over kirkwall from on high.
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"People who want to live outside of jars," He replies, very quietly, then continues upwards, feeling in the dim light for a catch, then pushes at the wooden surface. It gives, admitting them both into a claustrophobic little space, with a sharply slanted roof; it's narrow enough that Haku has to put the jar through first, and then climb up after. The effect is much like being inside a stone-and-wooden tent.
When Haku pulls the trap door shut after them, it is pitchy black. Then, there is light; a little bobbing glow, like a droplet of water in Haku's palm, illuminating the space.
"Don't worry, I'm not leaving you here in the dark," He says, and almost smiles, "Look at this."
There's a little give in part of the roof. When Haku pushes it up and open, the sudden daylight is blinding; it's a beautiful day, and on the stone crenelation just visible from this angle, there's a seagull perched, looking out over kirkwall from on high.