06-06-2017, 05:46 PM
“I don’t think a jaguar would appreciate you calling it a cat,” the stallion muses with a gentle chuckle, peering at Ivar through the shade of his thick and tangled forelock that had fallen over eyes in their travel.
Warrick is not disappointed at the look that sprawls across the young boy’s face as they move into the clearing. He looks at the palpitating volcano with a mixture of uncertainty and amazement, whereas Warrick merely smiles with adoration and a little bit of pride. The volcano is daunting as it looms above them like a silent, sleeping beast and for those who have not seen it with their own eyes, their insignificance would feel immense beneath its dark shadow. Even Warrick felt small and trivial when he stands near the volcano’s base, where he carefully presses his indigo lips against the searing rock absentmindedly, as dark thoughts twist around him.
Ivar looks up at Warrick curiously, as he stares out towards the volcano, his voice light with his youth. A smile curls at the corners of his mouth, the sea wind stirring the heaviness of his mane and forelock away from his body as the wind shifts, the smell of salt and sun and dried seaweed filling the air. Warrick narrows his eyes thoughtfully; his eyes becoming slightly out of focus and distant as he lets the pause between Ivar’s question and his answer grow with anticipation. “I’m always looking for her,” he says almost dreamily, his voice near above a whisper. He is unsure as to who he is referring to, but to Ivar, he was referencing Pele. He almost wishes that the goddess of fire would appear to him and grant him his deepest desire.
“What would you do if you saw her?” Warrick asks carefully, turning his gaze downwards to look at Ivar with a hint of a smile on his face.
Warrick is not disappointed at the look that sprawls across the young boy’s face as they move into the clearing. He looks at the palpitating volcano with a mixture of uncertainty and amazement, whereas Warrick merely smiles with adoration and a little bit of pride. The volcano is daunting as it looms above them like a silent, sleeping beast and for those who have not seen it with their own eyes, their insignificance would feel immense beneath its dark shadow. Even Warrick felt small and trivial when he stands near the volcano’s base, where he carefully presses his indigo lips against the searing rock absentmindedly, as dark thoughts twist around him.
Ivar looks up at Warrick curiously, as he stares out towards the volcano, his voice light with his youth. A smile curls at the corners of his mouth, the sea wind stirring the heaviness of his mane and forelock away from his body as the wind shifts, the smell of salt and sun and dried seaweed filling the air. Warrick narrows his eyes thoughtfully; his eyes becoming slightly out of focus and distant as he lets the pause between Ivar’s question and his answer grow with anticipation. “I’m always looking for her,” he says almost dreamily, his voice near above a whisper. He is unsure as to who he is referring to, but to Ivar, he was referencing Pele. He almost wishes that the goddess of fire would appear to him and grant him his deepest desire.
“What would you do if you saw her?” Warrick asks carefully, turning his gaze downwards to look at Ivar with a hint of a smile on his face.
like the sun,
swallowed up by the earth
warrick