The two stand there, as still and quiet as the darkness around them. The land itself was enveloped in an unusual glow – silver from the moon as well as the warm orange of molten lava that runs in rivulets down the volcano and spreads out throughout Tephra with long, glowing fingers. It almost seems as if landscape was caught in between moonrise and sunset – as if time has stopped. It was interesting to Warrick; to feel the familiar silver light of the moon and stars fall onto his auburn skin yet at the same time feel the humid warmth from the constantly moving magma in the not so far distance.
It seems that the two stallions, though very unfamiliar to each other in every way yet at the same time comfortable and at ease, would find as their conversation (and friendship?) grew, that they perhaps have a lot more in common than they realize at the moment.
Warrick laughs and bobs his head in agreement that yes, all of Beqanna is has undergone a change unlike anyone has ever seen. They continue conversing, and though the mare has not joined them yet, Warrick wonders if she will decide to continue venturing in the starlight or introduce herself.
“What do you call it?” he asks curiously, his dark eyes leaving Magnus’ golden gaze and becoming fixated on the towering shadow in the distance, alight and pulsing with trickling lava and smoke. The stars and their constellations have their own names, as well as the galaxies and spiraling nebulae. It was only fitting that Warrick would assume that such a great monument of nature would be named as well – or at least deserving of one. The volcano almost seemed as if it was alive, and Warrick wonders if he got close enough if he could hear a heartbeat within its walls.
Here Warrick subconsciously moves forward, his indigo legs moving him a few steps towards the volcano, his curiosity leading him. He stops quickly, his eyes finding gold quickly and almost familiarly now. “Tell me, Magnus,” he says, intrigued and fueled by curiosity (as well as the distraction that this conversation welcomed), “How long have you been here – in Tephra?” He realizes that asking specifically about his new acquaintance would warrant questions being asked about himself in return, and though the idea makes him hesitant, he cannot resist.
Warrick wishes to learn about more about this stoic and golden Magnus, so that maybe he can momentarily forget his lineage and the fact that he was not where he was supposed to be. He also wishes desperately to learn about this new land in an attempt that he may forget his old one.
warrick.
like the sun swallowed up by the earth