keep a little fire burning; provoke, any

[Smoak]

Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.

He rests beneath the heavy boughs of the River's massive great oak, thin champagne body leaning against the gnarled bark of the trunk. Smoak's hazel eyes flutter gently closed, coaxed into dozing by the hazy heat of Beqanna's summer afternoon. The young stallion floats just on the edge of sleep for some time, ears twitching lazily and instinctively at the occasional breeze or caw of a bird in the distance but he remains otherwise unmoved.

Usually, the bone-armored stallion would rest his weary limbs on the eastern shore of Hyaline where the roiling ocean can lull him to sleep, but he had been roaming the southern border of his new home in search of residents he had yet to meet, but Smoak had become lost in thought and had ventured much farther south than he had originally intended, stopping only when he reached the bank of the River.

When his hazel eyes flutter open finally, it has reached the late afternoon and most of those who had been meandering around the River have disappeared. Smoak hums quietly in his solitude, tossing his bone-plated head to stretch the muscles of his neck before leaning away from the massive tree to make his way back to the heart of Hyaline.

Smoak

@[Provoke]