Tunnel

Even here among the busiest markets of Arista, there were places where one might yet find the peace of solitude. Because most species could not handle being confined within such narrow spaces, the tunnels were rarely used anymore, but as a mouse, she could not feel more at home in this place. There was something just so inviting about the way the faint whistling of winds outside caressed her ears and the constant hissing of pressure within the pipes danced upon her whiskers.

Walking through the maze of stone with the ever-present churning of mechanisms buried deep within the walls to keep her company, Mika allowed her thoughts to turn inward and her feet to move of their own accord. Before she knew it, the clamouring of a dozen voices all vying to be heard over one another roused her from her musings.