Volcan
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
He likes her name.
Slivered eyes meeting the black’s as he curves his great neck, Volcan extends her delicate neck to lip fondly at Vanquish’s mouth – a babe’s fumbling kiss. Without missing a beat, Volcan transfers her lips to the titan’s shoulder when he straightens, lipping and nuzzling into the stallion’s side, appreciative of his protection.
When the weight and warmth of his wing lifts from her tiny body, Volcan stands suddenly alert. Her perked ears hear the wind howling once more, lips remembering how dry the air tastes. A stubborn snort erupts from her nostrils, and she steps closer to Vanquish. She has proven her independence, was born from the sands to herself alone; now she can only appreciate the value of company.
“Home,” The girl repeats slowly. Glaring tensely out into the group of sand-horses playing in the sunlight, Volcan casts them all back into the earth upon a whim. An unknowing face turns up towards the king, and a curious smirk follows. “Are there more like you here?” Her fore hooves dance in the sand, pushing the granules around uselessly. “More real ones?”
Growing serious, Volcan becomes completely still. Her tiny frame presses into Vanquish’s massive one, as if to try and highlight the severity of the matter at hand. “You’ll take care of me, right?” Her eyes wander out to the blank expanse of sand, wondering whether she could have lasted much longer without magical and physical intervention. “I can trust you?” Lifting her gaze to meet his, Volcan watches him carefully, heart thumping against her ribs.
Something tells her not to worry.
Something tells her she should.
This is not the end, this is just the world
Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl
Such a foolish thing, such an honest girl