06-21-2017, 09:13 PM
the incense that sun on prairie offers to sky
Spark keeps herself out of the sea’s lapping reach as he plunges by her like a raging bull; his feet gouge the shore and throw up foam and sand alike, as he splashes in the surf. She smiles at the sight of him, big and brawny but happy. How could something as unforgiving and dark as the sea make someone like him so ecstatic to cavort around in it? She guessed it must be like how she felt to be beneath an open sky on the plains, tail streaming behind her as she ran with the devil breathing at her back through grass that was high enough to tickle her belly. Spark found herself smiling at the memories that played behind her eyes even as she watched him until he drew up short and tried to avoid the crustaceans.
“They can be,” she adds with a chuckle; his muttering was overheard but hard to ignore. “Did you have a bad encounter with one elsewhere?” Spark is curious about his aversion to crabs, preferring to ignore the fact that he makes a bold statement about the sea being his favorite thing here thus far. Can she blame him? No, few could stomach the falling ash and the heat that rose off the igneous rock that thrust itself up from the heart of Tephra, gape-mouthed at the top and frothing with magma. Every fiery gurgle stirred the new embers in her heart, made her fond of the fire that was hers to summon forth which she did less and less in his presence.
Something about him calmed her as much as her presence calmed him.
She threw her head back to laugh again, “I hardly think the volcano is mysterious. That designation seems more appropriate for the sea don’t you think?”Spark