keep a little fire burning; svedka, any

[Smoak]

Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.

Since arriving in Hyaline, Smoak has neglected to travel very far from the heart of the territory, instead opting to meander lakeside for opportunities to see and speak with Solace. Part of him always hesitates to distract her from her new duties, but the son of Ellyse and Dahmer can't keep himself away for long ─ she reminds him of his childhood, of goodness, of adventure (even though she had always feared adventure herself), and her light is contagious.

Today, in an attempt to force some separation, the bone-armored stallion has begun to venture through the parts of Hyaline that have so far gone unseen by his hazel eyes. He moves east, twining between red maple trunks and orange flamboyant blooms. The air is fragrant, though devoid of the slight sulfur tinge that he had come to know in Tephra, and it mixes with the salty brine of the sea as he reaches the easternmost point of his new home.

The wind rustles his tousled mane and tail and brings with it a memory of Tephra. He thinks on the raging storm that he and Solace had endured by the shore, challenging the powerful squall with their own shouts and youthful bravery. It was the first day he had seen Solace in a new light, the first time she had revealed her powers of light, and the memory of the downpour and Solace rising to meet it draws a faint smile across his lips.

Here, he thinks, is where he will spend his time ─ oceanside, but still close enough to the center of Hyaline that he will be able to make it back to the territory's glittering lake in only a matter of minutes. Smoak's hooves sink into the warm sand as he steps nearer to the water, hazel eyes regarding the ocean as he loses himself to his thoughts.

Smoak

@[Svedka]

Smoak has chosen the eastern side of Hyaline, just north of the estuary that runs off from the lake and into the sea (per @[Solace]'s first task) as his own little home. Anyone is welcome to come say hi!