Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
The oppressive summer heat beats down on Smoak's champagne frame as he lay on his back, legs splayed in the air, by the base of the volcano where a small creek separates him from the path he'd ascended earlier that day. He's been afforded more freedom since his first birthday and the birth of the twins, and he's learned easily enough which sections of the volcano will not drag him into melted, fiery earth and which are safe enough to explore. Today, he'd made it nearly halfway up before having to turn around, wondering to himself where exactly dad had been able to climb to the caldera with the former Queen.
The trek had been strenuous, however, and Smoak has lapsed into a midday nap. His rest is devoid of dreams, though occasionally his leg twitches in the air or his nostrils flutter as he exhales. He had noticed earlier in the day that Ellyse and Dahmer were nowhere to be found, but alarm was not on the forefront of the colt's mind - frequently, his parents were off completing duties for the Kingdom, and now that he is older, Smoak gets to choose whether or not he will tag along. It's not unusual for him to go a day or two without seeing the pair.
A light breeze drifts through the air, winding between the colt's spindly legs. He sighs contentedly in his sleep but remains just as he is - hazel eyes closed, snoring ever so quietly.
Smoak
@[Joplin] @[Krys]