Nemenos

Uphill Battle The now slippery, third golden rock nearly fell out of Djamila’s mouth. She was climbing up the ledge that would lead her back to where Cailu was still resting, and which had become her makeshift stash of rocks as soon as her saddle packs had become too full to hold the loot. Her companion was now surrounded by the scattering of gold Djamila had managed to amass. Not that that indicated her success in the competition by any means - even from here, Djamila could see her rival’s maddeningly large pile of gold glinting down at her from the perch too high for her to even think of stealing some. Not to mention the constant flashes of pale white zipping through the caves at a pace that made Djamila’s head swirl. She silently envied the other haedians who’d already finished in their respective territories, some of them now lingering to watch the ongoing spectacle. Cailu winced at her in commiseration, before whipping his head over to where a dark shadow shape blocked out the