Soon, the path starts titled, ugh, underground. Zveran looks back, worried for Masque.

They don't look happy, but they also don't seem inclined to avoid.

"We're not staying. I'll get the aeon and get out. Quick as I can."

"Logical."

"I thought so." He grins sunnily at her. 

Then steels himself and starts heading down.

And Masque follows, a silent, steady presence.

Aten burns a little brighter.

The tunnel isn't dark and small for long. Soon, very soon, it opens into a huge, cavernous space, sparkling with ice and crystals. A long path floats in the space, leading to the temple suspended in the middle. 

Zveran stops short, staring. "Yevon above," he murmurs, wide eyed.

"-I think that's exactly what they were aiming for."

"This...cannot have happened naturally. How did they do it? How is that path staying up? How is the temple staying up?" Zveran says, temporarily forgetting about magic.

Masque snorts quietly. "Magic? Machina? Who knows?"

"Perhaps the power of prayer?"

"If prayer is that powerful, we'd have heard more about it."

"Yes, Yevon is known for being particularly shy about it," Zveran laughs. 

Then, with a small amount of nervousness, starts across the suspended bridge.

Masque continues to follow after him, not completely without concern.

The crystal-and-ice bridge is not slippery at all. In fact, it seems all too easy to keep to the path. 

There are two smiling Guado priests at the temple doors, and they bow low as Zveran passes them. Zveran does his best not to shudder.

Masque twitches noticeably.

Aten seems to fade somehow.

Inside are more priests, and Zveran catches the attention of one. "My guardian will need a pack of fresh supplies. Whatever you can gather." 

"Of course, my lord summoner," the Guado bows lowly (Zveran grimaces), and disappears into a side room.

Zveran avoids looking at Masque until he's sure he can get his ridiculous sad puppy-dog-eyes under control.

Masque is silent, arms tucked neatly behind their back, staring impassively at a statue.

The Guado priest returns with a pack, and hands it to Zveran. Zveran hands over his own with the same instructions. "I'll retrieve it once I have the aeon." The Guado nods, and goes back into the same side room. 

Zveran sighs, and turns to Masque. "Here. As promised."

Masque hums, taking the pack. They don't leave immediately.

"Well. Uh. Thank you. For accompanying me. You've been wonderful...company. Yes."

Yevon above, Zveran. 

"They'll be suspicious if I leave now. I have no desire to fight a guado."

"Don't worry about that. I can cover for you."