Look Out Below

[birthright_npc]

The night was clear and cold. A weather front had blown through the day prior and dropped the evening temps into the thirties. A pale sliver of last-quarter moon hung over the desert, its edges sharp, and only a few wisps of clouds obscured the stars. Into this stark landscape a meteor streaked just before midnight.

It landed on the outskirts of town at the end of a dirt path. The land was part of an old horse ranch, abandoned in the early 1970s, so no family emerged from the cabin to investigate the fiery hole in their property, and no animals paced nervously along the fences.

A cactus sizzled and popped as it caught fire near the crater.

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[primordial_visitation]

That was when Sabra turned to the other two, pointed down to the goop-covered rock and instructed them, "Taste it."

Totally matter-of-factly. Expectant, even, that at least one of them would see her command through. That one of the pair would actually go down into the crater, scoop some of the glowing, glue-like substance out with their hand, put it in their mouth and report back on the flavour in care-free manner.

"Taste it."

Because repeating the request clearly made it much more understandable, right?