rumble
fable II
sparrow, hammer
An ominous rumble broke the silence of the well spring cave.
"Whoa, what was that?" Hannah looked around the dank cave, eyeing the dripping water as if it might at any moment try to drown her. "Are you ready for…whatever that was?"
Sparrow, ahead of her, sighed. "Ready for what?"
The sound of water sloshing singled the shifting of the giant urn the monk carried on her back like a pack mule. "That noise! Didn't you hear it?"
"Which one?"
As if timed, the rumble echoed through the cave.
"That!"
Sparrow paused, throwing her a sheepish grin as he rubbed his stomach. "Sorry, that was me. Missed lunch."
She gave him a rather incredulous look. "That horrifying noise…was your stomach?" Sparrow shrugged, and Hannah, not sure whether to be amused or horrified, fished an apple out of her pocket. "Here. Eat this before you cause a cave in, or attract some giant monster with teeth bigger than your scrawny little arse."
A grin split the gypsy's face. "Hannah, I think you and I will be the best of friends."
a/n: I always wondered exactly what noise she was commenting on in the wellspring cave. as it so happens, my stomach happened to make a godawful feed-me noise just before she spoke, and thus I have concluded the above is truth.
