06-08-2017, 06:35 PM
Sometimes he forgets that the trail to Tephra came naturally to him, and that others might not be able to follow him as easily as he presumes. As he reflects on that thought in the thin river, he hopes that Sirana does not take offense. Warrick often will find himself caught up in the moment; proven the second he took off through the jungle that he knew so well. However, without much trouble (well, as much trouble as one would have in a foreign place), she had been able to follow him successfully into the river. He smiles warmly, the sun sending golden ripples across the river that he stirs with his body.
Warrick sees her gaze shift slightly, a look of shock finding the pale gold of her features, the delicate lines of her face reacting gently to what she saw. His brilliant blue eyes follow it; tracing to where it was that had made her become so perplexed and then chuckles softly. He flicks his tail against his haunch, though the end of it does not quite reach his skin from floating in the waters. “It’s a strange sight, isn’t it?” But what isn’t strange in this wide world of Beqanna? His voice is light and understanding as he tilts his head inquisitively, watching the slow moving mass of orange-gold that streams right beside them so naturally and almost…ordinarily. His eyes become unfocused slightly as he stares at the glowing stream, remembering his first days in Tephra and how he had bided his time by following the orange rivulets, mapping them in his mind and memorizing their paths. For instance, he knew that this particular flow of lava, if followed north, will lead you to the volcano and the dazzling sea, and if followed south would bring you to a rare and open field perfect for grazing.
With a snort, the stallion turns his head back towards Sirana, stepping towards her eagerly as she enters the water. He is not disappointed when she lifts her foreleg and splashes him playfully. Warrick throws his head upwards, closing his eyes as the water sprays him. It is soft and cool as it kisses the auburn warmth of his skin and a laugh leaves his navy lips. He snakes his head towards her mischievously, narrowing his eyes in faux anger. “I don’t know,” he begins with a grin, “how about you?” As the words leaves his lips, the muscles in his hind legs grow taut to hold him in a small half-rear, lifting himself slightly out of the water. When he places his hooves back into the soft sand beneath the water, a wave surges towards her. Without waiting to see the damage, he hurries away to attempt to get out of her way of retaliation as well as the other side of the river.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick