01-20-2018, 09:41 AM
like the sun swallowed up by the earth
She mentions Pele and his chest warms with adoration, realizing that Amorette has become a genuine and close friend from their hike up the volcano together. It had been a sort of bonding experience, one that led him to trust and understand her more than he had originally, despite knowing her probably the longest out of any of Tephra’s current residents. With Ellyse in Sylva and Offspring seemingly disappearing into the mists of the mountains, he is glad that he has someone beside him who remembers Tephra for more than just a few years - someone who has been here since he had been a young and lost soul, and has seen how the volcano has changed him into something completely different. “Wielding this gift will come easier to you in time. You should have seen my first attempt at flying.” The memory shows on his face, his eyes sparkling as he remembers Ellyse and her training, the way he had clumsily flitted into the air for the first time, unsure and hesitant, before quickly falling back to earth. Learning had been painful, but he is so thankful that he learned - he now expertly can dive through the tightest corners of the mountains throughout Beqanna, hover above the ocean’s waves with only inches between him and the water, or climb higher and higher into the heavens without a second thought! But suddenly the sparkle in his eyes fade and dim, and his brow furrows with contemplation - he misses his golden friend, and as he presses his lips together, he wonders why Sylva has remained so silent these past few months. Perhaps it is due time for him to leave Tephra, and scour the land for both Ellyse and Dahmer. He is hesitant though - a feeling of dread stirs in his stomach, as if when he arrives to the great forest, he will be displeased with what he finds there.
The sound of lava spitting beside them once again brings him back into focus with a loud snort. With a toss of his head, he presses these serious thoughts behind and gently flutters his great wings. “Let us go; I am sure the volcano will not be so merciful next time.” He smiles at Amorette, and gives her shoulder a gentle nudge with a stretching of his neck towards her.
Trekking back down the volcano is harder than it is coming up, Warrick decides. There are moments he wishes he could take to the skies and not be subject to gravity’s pull, but if Amorette had to do it, he would too. Their steps are as light as they can be, but still rocks and loose pebbles tumble from their perches, and his legs are heavy by the time they near the bottom of the volcano. He is out of breath slightly, sweat staining his haunches and chest, but he smiles all the same.
“I’ve been meaning to take a trip to Sylva,” he says to her over his shoulder as they continue their disembarkment, “would you care to join me?” If he were to stumble onto the forest by himself, he is afraid what he will find there will be harder to digest without someone by his side.
Warrick
@[Amorette]