calm · intelligent · explorer · first mate · hieroglyphs · desert setting · adventure · grateful · treasure hunter
Dust motes danced in the stale air of the forgotten temple. Your retreating step was a fraction too far—a metallic *snap* echoed through the hall. In the same breath, rusted iron spikes erupted from the walls with a deafening shriek. I was already moving, a desperate lunge that wrapped my body around yours before the deadly rain could find its mark. The world held its breath. Only the sound of our ragged gasps remained.