Day One Hundred Fourteen:
Einar took the first, deep breath of fresh air he’d managed to get in weeks. He had been skirting the border of the territory of Fire, given that it was the shortest route to his destination. However, he’d found his way blocked by freely flowing lava that fell hissing into the deep waters along the territory’s southern edge, leaving very little space to come ashore. Once on the scorching land, he could tolerate the heat well enough with his natural insulation, but it did nothing to remove the ash that was constantly flowing into his lungs. He had left the volcanos behind some days ago, but the particles persisted until the rain that poured down the night before. Now he stood before the mouth of the cave he had taken refuge in, taking in the refreshed air. He coughed and spat (he imagined he would be doing that for a while), then shook himself and turned to the north.
He had his journey to continued; but first, he had to hunt. This new land he’d found himself in at least had a decent amount of vegetation, unlike the place he’d just left, but the fauna still appeared just as scarce. Also before, where he was aware of the constant hiss of venting steam and bubbling of lava, this was now replaced by the low rumbling of storms in the distance. Part of him almost missed the whistling of the frozen wind through the caves of the Southern Icefield.
He gave himself another shake. Now wasn’t the time for melancholy.
He put his nose to the ground for the hint of tracks and wrinkled his nose. He still wasn’t quite used to how almost everything had the faint hint of Shade. It lingered like an aftertaste on his tongue when he ate or drank, and he could almost feel it cling to his fur like dust as he walked. How had the world become so tainted? No wonder Solveig was so eager that they reform the Seeker Order.
He quickened his pace to a comfortable gallop. There wasn’t any prey nearby, so he would simply have to eat later. Besides, there was still a whole squadron of Seekers travelling behind him awaiting his information. He was loathe to keep them waiting.
“What are you staring at?”
Tremayne turned their attention to Meirwen as the other Snapper settled down beside them. They closed some of their eyes instinctively, but Meirwen hardly took notice. In fact, she didn’t seem bothered at all that they had extra eyes and it helped set Tremayne at ease. It was rather refreshing compared to the nervousness that the others exhibited.
“Keep your voice down; we wouldn’t want to wake the others,” they told her gently. It was the middle of the night, and even Baines had given in to sleep and gone to his shelter some time ago. The Mirror had been doing this more often since Tremayne had reached adulthood, content enough to leave the dragon who didn’t sleep on watch duty.
“Oh, right,” she mumbled, glancing back at the various shelters. Meirwen was clearly a more restless spirit and quickly bored of waiting for the others to wake again so they could move on. In the meantime, she would talk to Tremayne (more at than to; the older Snapper could rarely get a word in once she got started). “But anyway, what were you looking at?”
Tremayne shrugged, gazing back off toward the south again.
“… I can see a path,” they murmured at length. “It meets ours, but… at first I thought it was yours, until you said you came from the north.”
“Right,” she said back, obviously not entirely understanding but intrigued nonetheless. “So you think we should have run into someone else by now?”
“Perhaps,” they answered. “Though there’s no crossroads like there has been before. It’s more like… like they should be travelling alongside us.”
“Oh, like a ghost?” Meirwen asked excitedly. She frowned when they shook their head.
“No, this dragon is still alive,” Tremayne mused.
“Don’t think anyone’s following us, do you?” Tremayne paused at her words. They hadn’t considered that before, but when they thought about it, it made sense. “Or maybe we’re following them.”
“No, no I think you were right the first time,” they said thoughtfully.
“Think we should wait up for them?” Meirwen inquired only half-jokingly.
“No. If I’m right, then they’ll catch up on their own.”
“Oooh, ominous,” Meirwen whispered dramatically. Tremayne chuckled at her antics, though there was a part of them that did worry.
They just hoped whoever found them would be a friend, not a foe.
I honestly don't have much to say about this update. So uh. Enjoy.
Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x1
@Weredogalism @Riff @Skulljester @AstralDragons @Petall @MisterMylez @BarbaraFett @PinkyDaPinkSlime @loser @OneRingOfPower @MagmaticMachine @Rosesinger @Eversnow @chewynoodles @FallenEclipse
Einar took the first, deep breath of fresh air he’d managed to get in weeks. He had been skirting the border of the territory of Fire, given that it was the shortest route to his destination. However, he’d found his way blocked by freely flowing lava that fell hissing into the deep waters along the territory’s southern edge, leaving very little space to come ashore. Once on the scorching land, he could tolerate the heat well enough with his natural insulation, but it did nothing to remove the ash that was constantly flowing into his lungs. He had left the volcanos behind some days ago, but the particles persisted until the rain that poured down the night before. Now he stood before the mouth of the cave he had taken refuge in, taking in the refreshed air. He coughed and spat (he imagined he would be doing that for a while), then shook himself and turned to the north.
He had his journey to continued; but first, he had to hunt. This new land he’d found himself in at least had a decent amount of vegetation, unlike the place he’d just left, but the fauna still appeared just as scarce. Also before, where he was aware of the constant hiss of venting steam and bubbling of lava, this was now replaced by the low rumbling of storms in the distance. Part of him almost missed the whistling of the frozen wind through the caves of the Southern Icefield.
He gave himself another shake. Now wasn’t the time for melancholy.
He put his nose to the ground for the hint of tracks and wrinkled his nose. He still wasn’t quite used to how almost everything had the faint hint of Shade. It lingered like an aftertaste on his tongue when he ate or drank, and he could almost feel it cling to his fur like dust as he walked. How had the world become so tainted? No wonder Solveig was so eager that they reform the Seeker Order.
He quickened his pace to a comfortable gallop. There wasn’t any prey nearby, so he would simply have to eat later. Besides, there was still a whole squadron of Seekers travelling behind him awaiting his information. He was loathe to keep them waiting.
***
“What are you staring at?”
Tremayne turned their attention to Meirwen as the other Snapper settled down beside them. They closed some of their eyes instinctively, but Meirwen hardly took notice. In fact, she didn’t seem bothered at all that they had extra eyes and it helped set Tremayne at ease. It was rather refreshing compared to the nervousness that the others exhibited.
“Keep your voice down; we wouldn’t want to wake the others,” they told her gently. It was the middle of the night, and even Baines had given in to sleep and gone to his shelter some time ago. The Mirror had been doing this more often since Tremayne had reached adulthood, content enough to leave the dragon who didn’t sleep on watch duty.
“Oh, right,” she mumbled, glancing back at the various shelters. Meirwen was clearly a more restless spirit and quickly bored of waiting for the others to wake again so they could move on. In the meantime, she would talk to Tremayne (more at than to; the older Snapper could rarely get a word in once she got started). “But anyway, what were you looking at?”
Tremayne shrugged, gazing back off toward the south again.
“… I can see a path,” they murmured at length. “It meets ours, but… at first I thought it was yours, until you said you came from the north.”
“Right,” she said back, obviously not entirely understanding but intrigued nonetheless. “So you think we should have run into someone else by now?”
“Perhaps,” they answered. “Though there’s no crossroads like there has been before. It’s more like… like they should be travelling alongside us.”
“Oh, like a ghost?” Meirwen asked excitedly. She frowned when they shook their head.
“No, this dragon is still alive,” Tremayne mused.
“Don’t think anyone’s following us, do you?” Tremayne paused at her words. They hadn’t considered that before, but when they thought about it, it made sense. “Or maybe we’re following them.”
“No, no I think you were right the first time,” they said thoughtfully.
“Think we should wait up for them?” Meirwen inquired only half-jokingly.
“No. If I’m right, then they’ll catch up on their own.”
“Oooh, ominous,” Meirwen whispered dramatically. Tremayne chuckled at her antics, though there was a part of them that did worry.
They just hoped whoever found them would be a friend, not a foe.
I honestly don't have much to say about this update. So uh. Enjoy.
Inventory: Scatter Scroll x1, Breed Change x1
@Weredogalism @Riff @Skulljester @AstralDragons @Petall @MisterMylez @BarbaraFett @PinkyDaPinkSlime @loser @OneRingOfPower @MagmaticMachine @Rosesinger @Eversnow @chewynoodles @FallenEclipse
