Persephone Dashiell
It's Called Fashion Sweetie
DROPPED LIKE A STONE
Coming out of a portion of the unknown religious shrine, Persephone immediately began removing spiderwebs from her brunette locks. Even using a stick and Zee's arm there had still been a mass of the sticky webs, a sign no one had entered but them in some time. Or the lush landscape was just spider ridden and anything that stood still for five minutes would soon be covered.
"We will have to find a way around that collapsed corridor. Maybe something along the back of this."
[ Perhaps. Records are incomplete of this site. I have been cataloging the layout as we ventured through. ]
"Smart idea Zee."
Enough of the web out of her hair, Persephone began to trudge up the hill to see what the back of the structure had to offer. It was a slow climb, steep, and she could hear Zee's servos working overtime behind her. As she crested the ridge, eyes caught a bright object in the crystal blue sky. Squinting, a hanc cae to shade her eyes.
[ An escape or drop pod most likely. If I am calculating correctly it will land within a click of us. ]
"Lots of pirates out here." The word pirate was uttered like a curse, she despised pirates with an incredible passion. "So its one of those fools, someone escaping them, or someone trying to create a diversion."
[ Or valuables placed in said pod and jettisoned off. Illicit drugs if I had to hazard a guess. ]
"Maybe. Let's look for the other entrance but also keep an eye on our backs in case there is a lifeform inside."
[ Understood Miss Persephone. ]