let my shadows prove the sunshine
With a breathless smile and a heavily beating heart, Svedka begins to slow his wild sprint, throwing his head up into the air before planting his forelegs firmly into the black sand. He kicks his heels a few times before finally coming to a halt, nostrils flaring with exertion while the same joyous smile plays on the pearl of his lips. His blue and flaxen braid is completely undone by this point, leaving him with salt-dried tendrils that are tangled and haphazard across the champagne portion of his neck (something that Kagerus would perhaps smooth for him later, if he asks nicely) and a thick forelock veiling the mischievous sparkle in his cerulean eyes. He doesn’t take his gaze of Pteron as the blue and cream tobiano comes to stand before him, playfully snaking his head forward to lip gently at the air just beneath the other’s neck, missing by inches purposefully.
Here, the sand of the beach is painted black with the constant ash and smoke that plumes vigorously from the volcano’s open heart. It is nearly like onyx, even glittering like a gemstone beneath sun and moonlight alike, except it still remains as soft and loose as the sand further down the beach. “Come on,” Svedka encourages with a soft voice, almost secretively as he trots a little further in from the waves, his nose low to the ground. He is searching for something.
Just before the shade of the treeline, midway between the ocean and the jungle, he stops. He lifts his head over his shoulder to look at Pteron, a whimsical smile on his face. Just before his hooves, lays something as black as the sand beneath it, yet is polished and shining like glass. “The summer storms bring a lot of lightning,” he murmurs to Pteron, as if speaking too loudly will shatter the natural wonder below them. “And sometimes, if it strikes the sand just right, the heat and the sediment collide, fusing together. This is the result.”
The shadow of the volcano looms over them, casting shade over their bodies as afternoon slowly begins to turn into dusk. The sand beneath them is dark beneath the light color of their bodies, sparkling dimly in the retreated sunlight. It is cooler here beneath the volcano’s crest, despite the deep rumble of magma that vibrates within the great mountain behind Pteron. The sea wind still plays against their skin, stirring wistfully between them. Svedka tucks his head, his gaze flickering sideways to glance at the winged stallion curiously. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” The stallion asks with a grin, allowing the musculature of his shoulder to brush against Pteron’s. “After tonight, you may never want to leave Tephra again.”
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@[Pteron]