The door was a success. And while Kaiya was glad for such a thing, it seemed still more remained. The chamber it opened up into would complete the picture. A better interpretation of the room they had just left. And with a slight bit of hesitation, the child would look back. Each mural had been a story, but only one was the correct one. Water appealing… this man died of lack of water, even while trying to drink. What might the others have been?
Her pause was only a few moments, then the girl would turn. Following through the new chamber and then up stairs into a further chamber ahead. A scroll in the middle, murals around it just like the first. If Kaiya knew anything, it was that the murals were most definitely part of the riddles. It wasn’t a guessing game, but a story. One that was told in cryptic words.
The new room was ahead. Nothing abnormal about their walk to it. And when they got there, one after another would go for the scroll in the center of the room. Kaiya would let them have their time, being sure to listen in case someone wished to read the scroll aloud. One by one, she would go to observe the murals.
Death by the press of lipstick to his head, a puncture to the throat. A lover of sorts?
A starved to death man on his bed.
A man bleeding into his cup from his neck.
And Then a man running from trees upon his bed.
All peculiar.. She didn’t know what to make of them completely. But some story was to be told. Their story was apparently one that was lacking help… Two of them had gotten the scroll and neither decided to read it aloud… Kaiya wouldn’t pay it mind, not right away. Examining the walls, she didn’t feel the need to gain access to the words quite yet. But she would find it peculiar… Especially when the one young man was beginning to give orders to them without even laying out all the pieces. The one who would eventually read the scroll would be the one that had been losing patience with all of them. The blond shinobi, he provided her the riddle.
The one young man spoke many words, she listened as everyone else did. Then the blond took his turn. He agreed it seems. Similar logic to both of them. And once more, Kaiya also found herself agreeing. She’d merely nod quietly as they spoke, even if they didn’t’ look to her. A whisper that cuts the soul. Implies no physical damage. So neither of the cut throats. That left terror in running from something and the one who died of starvation. Or… maybe she didn’t agree… A touch unseen, with despair and weight. Unseen would still imply not physical damage, but one could see starvation. As one could also see terror. A tightening of the young child’s lips would have her expression shift. No longer carefree, but contemplative.
"Why not the one of fear? Starvation and terror are both not readily seen unless one is paying close attention. But running from something, fear and terror, hang much heavier on the heart. And despair is among the feelings of being afraid. Fear whispers to many most strongly in the night. Something that cuts the soul more than it might cut the body, terror makes the blood run cold.” Looking to the other boy who hadn’t spoken, he was walking about. Did… he have some secret? His sand he was manueveirng about, that which she didn’t trust. Did it tell him something?
"It may be good to share all as one, if it means our survival, Suna Shinobi.” Her voice was… quiet. As always. In everything she spoke, it was calculated cool and calm. A soft cooing dove that didn’t wish to tip the boat, merely help and present. The snow lily precious even in the blistering heat and trial.