05-21-2017, 08:47 AM
The moonlight filters down through the thick foliage, playing silver patterns on their backs as they travel. He lets his mind go for a moment, only thinking of Tang and where he was taking her. She does not question him nor hesitate in following him, loyal and faithful. He knows his time with her is short; spring is near and she has already spent too much time here in Tephra. It pains him to think she must leave him and he would have to be alone again until she decides to come back to see him (would she, though?). What if life in the Lake was more than she had ever dreamed and her mind never wanders back to him? What if she looks up at the stars and she doesn’t think of him? Would he ever see her again?
She draws up beside him, eager and curious to where he is taking her. The volcano is quickly becoming larger as they approach, breathing and pulsing with an orange glow. He smiles at her, knowing that what he was about to show her was nothing she could guess. He only replies to her with a soft snort and a toss of his head, changing his gait to an easy lope and striding ahead of her, urging her to follow.
Finally, they are right next to the volcano. From this angle, the glowing top could not be seen, as they were near its rocky base. He slows to a walk, blowing hard as he tries to catch his breath, crickets filling in the silence like an orchestra. For a few moments they are walking around the volcano, until Warrick’s keen eyes find what he’s looking for. Barely visible to those who were not looking for it, there was a slight opening in the volcano’s rocky side. It opens up just enough for him to slide through, his hooves clicking loudly on the damp, cave-like floor. The sound of small drips of water hitting the rocky floor fill the area as he walks slowly, being careful to find purchase on the slick bottom. The path they were taking begins to slope downward slightly and he nickers softly to Tang in warning, though his face remains breathless and smiling.
Soon, darkness envelops them. The moonlight and natural orange glow from the volcano no longer illuminated their way, so he expertly touches the cold, stone wall with his lips to lead him. The absence of light gave the stagnant air a cold chill. “Stay close,” he whispers, his voice reverberating against the cave walls. After a few moments there is a pinprick of light and it was obvious that was where Warrick was headed.
As the light grows, Warrick’s walk becomes quicker. The stone they were walking on was slowly becoming dirt instead. He walks through the opening, stepping aside to let Tang now be in front of him as the small, dark cave they traveled through opens up to a large cavern, the walls reaching high above them. The air was warmer here and fluid, no longer torpid and stale. Before them lay a crystal clear pool, illuminated with silver from the moon’s face from an opening at the very top of where they stood, stars looking down on them. The spring steams in the night’s air, bubbling slightly as the lava that flows through the volcano warms it.
He is not looking at the hot spring nor the moon’s light. He is only looking at her.
She draws up beside him, eager and curious to where he is taking her. The volcano is quickly becoming larger as they approach, breathing and pulsing with an orange glow. He smiles at her, knowing that what he was about to show her was nothing she could guess. He only replies to her with a soft snort and a toss of his head, changing his gait to an easy lope and striding ahead of her, urging her to follow.
Finally, they are right next to the volcano. From this angle, the glowing top could not be seen, as they were near its rocky base. He slows to a walk, blowing hard as he tries to catch his breath, crickets filling in the silence like an orchestra. For a few moments they are walking around the volcano, until Warrick’s keen eyes find what he’s looking for. Barely visible to those who were not looking for it, there was a slight opening in the volcano’s rocky side. It opens up just enough for him to slide through, his hooves clicking loudly on the damp, cave-like floor. The sound of small drips of water hitting the rocky floor fill the area as he walks slowly, being careful to find purchase on the slick bottom. The path they were taking begins to slope downward slightly and he nickers softly to Tang in warning, though his face remains breathless and smiling.
Soon, darkness envelops them. The moonlight and natural orange glow from the volcano no longer illuminated their way, so he expertly touches the cold, stone wall with his lips to lead him. The absence of light gave the stagnant air a cold chill. “Stay close,” he whispers, his voice reverberating against the cave walls. After a few moments there is a pinprick of light and it was obvious that was where Warrick was headed.
As the light grows, Warrick’s walk becomes quicker. The stone they were walking on was slowly becoming dirt instead. He walks through the opening, stepping aside to let Tang now be in front of him as the small, dark cave they traveled through opens up to a large cavern, the walls reaching high above them. The air was warmer here and fluid, no longer torpid and stale. Before them lay a crystal clear pool, illuminated with silver from the moon’s face from an opening at the very top of where they stood, stars looking down on them. The spring steams in the night’s air, bubbling slightly as the lava that flows through the volcano warms it.
He is not looking at the hot spring nor the moon’s light. He is only looking at her.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick
@[Tangerine]