volcan
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
show me how says the white woman and Volcan releases a breath she hadn’t even realised she’d been holding. She reaches out to the other woman, bridging the space between them. ”Right. Good.” she says under her breath, but the relief is only temporary as the winds and the rain increase.
”Let’s start by getting out of this fucking rain then, huh?” She smiles briefly, her eyes warming.
Turning back to the mainland, she realises the destruction that the wind has already wrought; trees are toppled and there are animals fleeing for their lives also. She motions to the other to follow her (for surely the stranger does not know where the Nerinean caves lie in wait with their promise of safety and protection) and sets off, as best as she can, against the battering winds. The rain beats down upon them and her flesh is stinging with the force of it all, but she’s burning through with a fire entirely of her own creation.
Her telepathy reaches around them and creates an umbrella of protection, diverting the rain and wind to either side of them. She can’t hold it for long, but it should be just enough. Might be just enough. She curses under her breath… they should’ve sought shelter far earlier. But it is what it is.
Breaking into a run now (careful to ensure the mare beside her does not fall behind) she dodges fallen trees and branches, throwing things out of the way that she cannot maneuver around… creating a path through the chaos and destruction.
”Keep up!” she shouts, the sweat and rain dripping off her body, her brow furrowed with the concentration and effort. She can see the caves now, just a short distance away. Just a run and they’ll be in, and they’ll be safe.