After a few moments of deliberation, Kevin settled on attempting to magically levitate himself downward. This went better than expected; although he had levitated many a small object before, ponies were a bit larger than what he was used to. Yet even with his depleted magic reserves, he made it nearly all the way down before releasing the spell from exhaustion, leaving only half a metre to fall. He landed squarely on his hooves on the edge of the curve where the ledge behind him met the floor.

By the time Kevin made it down, Scootaloo was already standing up by herself, stretching her hooves. "What took ya so long?"

"What took ya so long getting up?" Kevin shot back. "And not all of us have wings, you know."

"Touché," Scootaloo said. Then, she blinked. "I used that right, right?"

Flight nodded, but she was already looking up at the curved walls that surrounded them. "Look at all of that," she said, gesturing around with a hoof. Scootaloo craned her neck forward to get a closer look, and Kevin even trotted right up next to the wall.

"These look like they've been here a long time—the engravings are smooth," Kevin said as he reached up a hoof and felt the contours of the letters. "Also, I can't read it. It's in that other script. Scootaloo?"

The orange filly limped forward and squinted. "I dunno, dude. I can read most of the letters, but none of these are even words. Unless you know a word spelled 'K-I-D-L-I-D-A-T'?"

Both Kevin and Flight shook their heads. "Kidlidat? Doesn't sound like anything I've ever heard," Flight said.

"Do you think it could be... um, whatever the lemurs call their language?" Kevin asked.

"Oh, maybe," Flight said. "I know they used to use that language a lot more here, so it very well could be if these are really as old as they look."

"'...libuuluks volulo...'" Scootaloo read.

"Yeah, there we go; I think 'libuuluk' is the word for 'lemur'," Flight explained.

"Do you think it's important?" Kevin asked.

"Doesn't do us much good if it is," Scootaloo said.

"What if there's—ah, bingo," Flight said, her eyes settling on a patch to their left to which she trotted. Through the soft green light, she was able to make out a series of rectangular and circular shapes engraved amongst the text. "There's some sort of diagram here, though I'm not exactly sure what I'm looking at."

Scootaloo leaned in and squinted. "Huh," she murmured.

"What?" Flight asked.

"Well, see those circles there?" Scootaloo pointed to the diagonal line of circles engraved into the wall. "Those look exactly like these circles on this map of the solar system that I have, and—"

"Scootaloo?" called a voice from behind them. Instantly, all three of them froze and could do nothing but listen as the hoofsteps approached behind them.