08-24-2021, 08:11 PM
Helion discovers that it’s a nice feeling, being missed, but before he can get a chance to return the sentiment he’s laughing at the visual of Moira turning into a rock after drying up. “A rock fish? Now that’s tempting to see.” Helion begins to move off though, making it clear there would be no stone-turning today under his watch as he casts another smile her way and motions for her to follow. There are some springs near here that are warm, and they’re great in the winter, but that wouldn’t even make a very good joke today.
Helion prattles on about nothing very important on the way, naming the handful of plants he remembers from his lessons. Most of it hasn’t really stuck - this is an odd place, with cacti and trees and flowers - but it’s all just the backdrop, really. And truthfully, Helion isn’t tied to this place - he lives here because his dad had brought them all back and he just never really thought about leaving. He could soon, he supposed - go back to the wandering way they had grown up when they were small or find somewhere that wasn’t quite so… dusty.
It isn’t long before they reach the coast, Helion’s legs picking up into a trot now that he knows they’re close. He had mapped out most of the springs. Temperature had been easy to determine but whether they were fresh water or salt water was a test he didn’t care for. He hadn’t yet figured out if there was a way to tell without taking a sip, and it often resulted in a lot of sputtering.
Helion leads Moira to a cool, freshwater spring - one of his favourites. It’s relatively large, more than big enough to accommodate the pair of them, but he pauses and makes a flourish with his wing (which casts a small cloud of red dust out). After a small cough, he gives his friend another bright smile as he says “After you!”
Helion prattles on about nothing very important on the way, naming the handful of plants he remembers from his lessons. Most of it hasn’t really stuck - this is an odd place, with cacti and trees and flowers - but it’s all just the backdrop, really. And truthfully, Helion isn’t tied to this place - he lives here because his dad had brought them all back and he just never really thought about leaving. He could soon, he supposed - go back to the wandering way they had grown up when they were small or find somewhere that wasn’t quite so… dusty.
It isn’t long before they reach the coast, Helion’s legs picking up into a trot now that he knows they’re close. He had mapped out most of the springs. Temperature had been easy to determine but whether they were fresh water or salt water was a test he didn’t care for. He hadn’t yet figured out if there was a way to tell without taking a sip, and it often resulted in a lot of sputtering.
Helion leads Moira to a cool, freshwater spring - one of his favourites. It’s relatively large, more than big enough to accommodate the pair of them, but he pauses and makes a flourish with his wing (which casts a small cloud of red dust out). After a small cough, he gives his friend another bright smile as he says “After you!”
@Moira