Ondo was making little whimpers in her head at each new sight, his delight at what he was seeing almost s****l in its fervour. She said nothing; no point spoiling his fun. And, in truth, she got it. She found herself wondering what her father would have made of the place. They could have explored it together, father and daughter.
She kept walking towards the entity, which was glinting beside a curved alcove in the walls. She'd thought it was another doorway, but instead she saw a pearl-white hemisphere embedded in the wall there, two metres in diameter. Some sort of artwork? But there was a tiny circular slot directly beneath the hemisphere which was, clearly, the right size for the glass bead.
“I put this in here?” she asked.
The entity didn't reply, but nor did it intervene when she m
