A frustrated snort sounded with the arrival of Firefly into the next chamber, another artifact ruined with some other coursers graffiti. It had been hard enough to find written words of a civilization long passed, especially with how worn the walls have become with time. It wouldn’t have been so much of an issue if this was the first time she found writing in that state but when it's the third one she's come across this week that's been defaced she can't help but be a little irritated. 

Setting the heavy book bags down the mare turned to look at the entrance of the chamber behind her, “Segal, come on buddy let's try to keep up a bit” There's a rush of pattering at the sound of Firefly’s words as a young white gosling comes rushing in, peeping insistently as he makes his way underneath the legs of his guardian. Firefly chuckles as she gently nudges Segal out from under her and towards the pond, the gosling ruffles his feathers letting out a small honk in protest. The mare carefully lowers herself to the ground to rest, “It's okay bud it's safe for now, let’s rest a bit before we head back.” She sighs, “I don't think I’ll be finding anything of interest after this week.” 

The two take their time to gather themselves, Firefly from the disappointment of her findings and Segal with his newfound love for chasing the small creatures that skitter in the depths of the small pond. Rooting through her bag, Firefly reorganized the materials they came across eventually sorting all she could and laying back to watch her small friend glide across the pond. As bad today was, she couldn’t help but appreciate the small moments like these, a time of respite and quiet in a world of wonder.