44: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann grew accustomed to the minor shakes in the dig chambers. Somehow, the structure of the levels above held the tremors at bay, but down here there were vibrations a few times a day.
So when the ground shook as she scraped away, she thought nothing of it. But the shaking continued, and a deep rumbling grew.
“Is this normal?” she asked Moyna.
The woman shrugged. “Wasn’t sure if it was the ground or my stomach. Didn’t eat much this morning.”
She smiled, but the expression was strained. And the tremors continued. Fine rock-dust fell.
Ryann returned to her work. But the scraper skipped over the trembling ground, and she rose. Her legs vibrated.
“Haven’t had one like this for a long while,” Moyna said, and her smile faltered.
The rumbling grew louder. A crash spun Ry
