Day Three? – Who knows anymore
I’m marking this as ‘day three’; Lydia says I slept for quite a while earlier. It seems as though my snores are the only means we have of keeping track of time down here! I did so miss the sun. And fresh air! Oh, to take in a lungful of air that doesn’t smell like mildew and pure, refined must…
We snacked, made sure we’d picked up everything that might be useful, and left the safety of our little stone hut and went back to what passes for ‘outside’ down here. With no clue where in Oblivion we should be going, but with Lydia, Aranea, and Meeko looking to me for direction, I put on my most confident voice and told them to “follow me!”
I chose to go right – not because I knew where I was going, but because ‘right’ also means ‘correct’, and you never know. Stranger things have happened.
I took it as a good omen that, only a short distance along the way, I heard that distinctive, ethereal singing again, and caught a glimpse of a glowing aura around some more of that crimson nirnroot. The previous inhabitant of that stone cottage seemed to think it was important, so I pulled it up and brought it along. I’m only sorry that they stop singing once you pick them!