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Dancing Siblings

So what have we learned on our belomisian journeys?

First of all, to dance. We learned to dance — admittedly, some of us more than others. We also learned how to be a team, and how to know each other better. Funny how you can live with people from the day they were born and for the next fifteen years, yet still find so much to discover about them once you’re in the right situation.

Cyril, Cléo and I have always loved each other, but these few days in Selvadorada have helped us grow so much closer. It’s changed us in some ways, too.

The greatest victory of this trip isn’t the golden relics or the rare artifacts: it’s seeing my little brother, who was hesitant at first, get up from the couch and join us on our imaginary dancefloor. He let loose like I’d never seen him before — and we had so much fun together.

Studious Setting

The holidays are coming to an end, and Cléo suddenly remembers she had some homework to complete. Cyril has already finished it, so she spends her evenings working on it between two trips to the swimming pool.

In the meantime, I get a head-start on digging my discoveries out of their muddy coffins, then certifying their authenticity.

A Stroll in the Jungle

I’m not aiming for the temple this time — I just want to enjoy the jungle a little more before we have to go back home — and on the way, see if I can find a few more relics and artifacts to dig up and analyze. I intend to take every opportunity to build my collection of discoveries up!

Priorities

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In the early morning I head to the marketplace again. I know by now the poison takes a while to act, and I have to wait until some locals wake up anyway.

I ask one of the vendors if Sara is around. After all, I know for a fact she can cook up the antidote.

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But she’s not there. I’m starting to get worried now. I do, really need some help, and I don’t know whom to ask.

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The inn owner sees the spots on my body and intervenes. With a chuckle, she drops a glass full of green liquid in front of me.

“Drink it up,” she says. “And then come to the kitchen with me. If you’re going to keep getting yourself poisoned, you’d better learn how to cure yourself.”

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The taste is awful — and I didn’t know it yet, but it gets much worse when you know what’s in there.

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But at least, it works — and it works fast.

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After these high tension events, the twins go for a well-deserved nap.

Surprise

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I’m deep into the temple now. The air is colder, still, silent. The sound of my pen running on the clipboard resonates and echoes on the old stones. That, and my own breathing.

It’s actually soothing.

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It’s also the best atmosphere to concentrate.

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Although of course… If you pay attention you will also hear the crackling from the gate I’m trying to go through. It’s an electricity trap, and its sound is ominous, reminding me that one go through it would be the end of any and all adventuring.

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But I’m going through it. I have a treasure to discover.

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Every time I activate a mechanism, before I even know if I was wrong or right, my heart speeds up. It’s a dizzying, addictive feeling.

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This time I got it wrong. But something’s about to cheer me up.

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My brother and sister braved their distaste for jungle trekking to join me! On their own!

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It means even more to me than what they could possibly guess. I am overjoyed to end this bout of exploration digging around with my little sister.

Perseverance

As I said, I get better every day, but I still make mistakes. But my morale and determination are harder to shake than a skeleton’s disembodied hand, and I’m prepared for everything the dead omiscans have to throw at me.

I am stubborn.

And I actually enjoy this a lot more than I probably should.

Alone in the Temple

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I leave the twins to enjoy the Selvadoradan culture… from afar. When I hug them bye, Cléo is trying to teach Cyril to move his hips to latin music. It was heartbreaking to walk away from how cute that was, but I’m sure Sara will take a video.

So it’s on my own that I go back to the temple. It’s easy when it’s just me, and fast. I practically know the way by heart, now.

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And the dangers of the temple don’t scare me anymore.

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I approach the mysteries and puzzles with confidence…

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Even if I still get it wrong sometimes.

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Thankfully, no curse this time. Just a cloud of bone dust blown over my face. It’s sort of yucky, but at least it’s not poison.

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I really should remember to pack more interesting meals one of these days.