06-15-2017, 02:30 PM
The curiosity that seeps through Ivar’s entire being causes a knowing smile to find the cobalt of Warrick’s lips. The pied boy was so much like he had been when he was younger – questioning and exploring everything, delving deep into the folklore and legends that he was told, not for a second wondering if the story held any truth. It was refreshing to see, knowing that in a world full of magic, that story-telling still enraptures those who search for it. Ivar’s answer really became a question, and as Warrick’s eyes stare thoughtfully at the volcano that stands before them, he tilts his head in curiosity. As if answering Ivar’s question, the volcano grumbles and groans, spewing a few bouts of lava from its top, which would add to the mystical rivers that spread throughout Tephra.
Warrick laughs deep in his chest, the chuckle rumbling within him much like the volcano just did. His sea-blue eyes flick into a downwards gaze to look at Ivar. “I like to think that Pele would be able to recognize the deepest parts of our hearts – so as long as she sees that your intentions are noble and true, you will be blessed.”
The bay stallion begins to move forward, eyes glancing upwards as the color of the sky begins to change from blue to orange, for sunset was not that far beyond them. He walks along the shoreline with Ivar, the sound of gulls lazily cawing and the consistent roll of waves against the sand filling the silence between them.
“Where else have you been, Ivar? I can tell by your eyes that you have seen more than just what I have shown you.”
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick