“What do we do now?” Heather asked softly. The question was mostly to herself.
“What do you mean? You’re the one who wanted to come out here.” Janus’ voice had a bit of scolding in his voice.
Heather’s cheeks flushed. “Just…thinking out loud to myself, I suppose.”
She straightened her posture a bit and went forward, coming to the edge of the well. It had aged, covered with a bit of moss and lichens. The mouth was six feet across, cobblestone cemented together. Heather gripped the mouth, looking over.
The well went down a ways, but she could make out a puddle reflecting light out on the bottom. The walls also seemed to narrow but didn’t match up with the dirt that was barely visible.