01-24-2021, 08:24 PM
this ain't no place for no hero
Warmth bubbles up from his belly to his chest when he the older girl agrees with him. It is one thing to hear approval from his parents - and even his sister, when she is so inclined and isn’t busying giving him a hard time and getting it right back – but it is another when it is someone just older and wiser than him. He thinks they could learn a lot from Asena, he and Nekane.
He wonders if she knows any secret hiding spots on the island that their many adventures have not yet turned up. There are so many hidden ponds and grottos and waterfalls to explore that it is hard to sleep at night thinking about what they will discover the next day! She seems to know a lot about the other kingdoms, at least, and this is as fascinating to Volos as anything else. One day, he plans to see it all for himself. Today though, he lets his aunt fill in all the details his imaginative mind starts to paint.
“Pangea sounds busy. Waaaay busier than it is here in Ischia.” The tiger cub stretches out, his claws extended in his full-body motion before he too lays on his belly in the sand. Home is wonderful with the land always changing with the trade wind breezes and the water always moving with the tide, but there aren’t that many other horses for him to meet. Sure, there’s Grandame Aquaria and Asena’s parents and his assorted extended relatives, but he craves more.
He’s enchanted enough by the promise of a monster that he clamps his mouth shut before he can say more and watches. The shadow comes first, and his hackles raise and he crouches lower to the sand on instinct. Then, the big behemoth blots out the sun and he gets his first real glimpse of a dragon. The gold scales on the edge of the creature glint like a halo as it swoops towards them. Even from here, Volos can sense the power and strength in such a beast. A growl starts low in his belly at the perceived threat; how could Asena conjure and control it? Why would she call it here to attack them? Volos leaps up in front of Nekane and tries to block her at the last second, roaring with all of his little might.
And then it explodes harmlessly into the air, sending birds to swoop away into the forest.
Volos tilts his head, the hair still raised along his spine. “Ho-how did you do that?” His voice is shaky for only a moment. “That was awesome!”
He wonders if she knows any secret hiding spots on the island that their many adventures have not yet turned up. There are so many hidden ponds and grottos and waterfalls to explore that it is hard to sleep at night thinking about what they will discover the next day! She seems to know a lot about the other kingdoms, at least, and this is as fascinating to Volos as anything else. One day, he plans to see it all for himself. Today though, he lets his aunt fill in all the details his imaginative mind starts to paint.
“Pangea sounds busy. Waaaay busier than it is here in Ischia.” The tiger cub stretches out, his claws extended in his full-body motion before he too lays on his belly in the sand. Home is wonderful with the land always changing with the trade wind breezes and the water always moving with the tide, but there aren’t that many other horses for him to meet. Sure, there’s Grandame Aquaria and Asena’s parents and his assorted extended relatives, but he craves more.
He’s enchanted enough by the promise of a monster that he clamps his mouth shut before he can say more and watches. The shadow comes first, and his hackles raise and he crouches lower to the sand on instinct. Then, the big behemoth blots out the sun and he gets his first real glimpse of a dragon. The gold scales on the edge of the creature glint like a halo as it swoops towards them. Even from here, Volos can sense the power and strength in such a beast. A growl starts low in his belly at the perceived threat; how could Asena conjure and control it? Why would she call it here to attack them? Volos leaps up in front of Nekane and tries to block her at the last second, roaring with all of his little might.
And then it explodes harmlessly into the air, sending birds to swoop away into the forest.
Volos tilts his head, the hair still raised along his spine. “Ho-how did you do that?” His voice is shaky for only a moment. “That was awesome!”
v o l o s
@[Nekane]@[Asena]