There weren't any good options. Skandra imagined he could take his time studying those gray things, maybe even ride one to new heights, but they didn't seem to notice anything around them. If they had eyes, those eyes were well-hidden. How could a thing go where it needed to go without eyes? He'd heard that there were fish in the sea who only had one eye, or none at all, but these weren't fish. Were they? Another question for another time. He wasn't going to find out one way or the other today. That was really what he needed to take away from all of this. And Aeotha was right. This wasn't the time.
"Maybe it's right next door to us, and we just don't see it?" Skandra raised his brows at her comically before he started out.
Hard steps. The trembling of the earth had ceased. They were growing closer still to that curving gray boundary, an obstacle of stone that would have to be surmounted if they were going to make any progress. Every so often the Immortal would glance to the right, to the left, and behind. Shantar had a habit of showing up when he was least expected and least wanted. This might well be one of those times. And if it was, Skandra didn't want to miss the old man because he was thinking about rocks or dead bodies. How did the dead body - none of this was making any gods-damned sense.
Skandra wanted to know.
"Come on," he waved her forward rudely, but did not look behind him. "I'm thirsty as hell and I have a fucking headache. Don't want to stand around debating things with you. Let's get the hell out of here, and I'll explain everything on the way, okay?"