The drifting wastes and the labyrinthine house
The tropical heat and dampness dissipated as they travelled on. Gradually the lush greenery made way for more stocky plants. Juicy fruits still grew, a lifesaver to the Nornir by now. In this complete lack of gravity water was very difficult to collect and to contain. Only mopping up dew from plants with spongy mosses proved to be a workable solution. Stickly heather dressed the walls of the tunnel now. The winds that carried them still brought some warmth, but wherever they rested the still air was unpleasantly cool. Even here, in this incredibly strange place, sosir felt the nagging of nostalgia awakened by plants like heather. “Even” was not the right choice of words, especially in these strange places he experienced homesickness. Sosir did not sink into the mire of memories, though. Not only was he not really inclined to those emotions, but he also had his young charge on his heels. It frustrated him to have once more responsibility over another, but young Anlong could never surviv...
