CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN - Gyatts Make Mountains
"So, It's… a cave," Noa said. The Gyatt that Rises out of the Horizon was not, in fact, a Gyatt (Good that it wasn't) but a mountain that was riddled with many, many smaller caves and nooks. Noa was standing next to me in a commoner's clothes, which was funny to see because his face still made him stand out. "Good thing it's not what the map said," Noa said mildly, and I coughed. "Anyway! changing the topic. Do we just pick a cave each and split up?" I asked, and Noa tilted his head. "We could… I'll take the left side." I had the right side, then.
"Alright. Meet back up in an hour." I said, walking off while whistling. The first cave I chose was a smaller one, enough that I had to duck my head precariously to avoid busting my cranium.
With my neck now screaming, I went through the cave as much as I could, and soon my neck wasn't screaming anymore, because the cave had widened until I could comfortably stand up.
It was a large crystal cavern, filled to the brim with large, purple, glittering amethysts. There were other caves leading up to it as well, and in a moment Noa waved to me. "Seems like we didn't have to split up at all." I sighed, and Noa nodded.