He’s not entirely certain what had drawn him here. He knows only that it feels right. A familiarity, both novel and ancient. There is a hum beneath his feet that calls to him, and though he does not understand it at first, the further he travels, the more he knows its delight. It isn’t until he encounters the first slow-moving stream of lava that he recognizes the hum.
For the first time in his young life, he knows what comfort feels like. He had never imagined that life would be anything other than the cold indifference of his mother or the eyes of strangers that seem to drift by without ever seeing him. But this is not that. This is something entirely new. Warm and whispering. His, somehow.
He drops his pale blue muzzle, hovering close as the heat radiates from the surface of the molten rock. He cannot keep it close for too long though. Even without touch, the heat burns his lips. Lifting his head, he wrinkles his nose before snorting in consternation. As though in response, the malleable line of fiery stone bows away from him.
It’s in that moment that he realizes that, somehow, the lava seems to understand him. Then, as though an accord has been reached, a thin tendril snakes up and away, curling and twisting until, abruptly, it drops in a small, hardy tuft of grass. In seconds, the grass is smoldering as a small flame begins to rise. It burns briefly, until the limited fuel has been consumed, leaving it die just as quickly as it had risen to life. In fascination, Erupt watches.
There is power here, he thinks.
But he is young yet, as unmolded as the lava streaming from the volcano. It’s impossible to say in which ways he would still be shaped.
erupt
you've got fire up and down your cheeks
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