02-27-2017, 05:27 PM
fuck all your dreams; they're not all they seem.
Ever since the world had shifted and thrown them all into a peculiar predicament of homelessness with a touch of impending doom for extra spice, Romek had not really ventured into any of the other lands. At first he had been too preoccupied with Taiga, but that was not really an issue anymore. No-one seemed panicked anymore, things had settled down quite easily, and there had been no real conflict – probably because everyone was too shit scared of upsetting the great fairies of the mountain.
He awakens that morning feeling restless, and his typical patrols did not take the edge off. He awaited Maribel awakening a little tensely, securely in his tiger form (what a thing to wake up to…). He had suggested venturing somewhere else, and Tephra was the most intriguing option – once-home of his lady’s father, and the home of one of his friends from the Deserts.
So off they set towards the volcanic lands. The smell of sulphur and ash is somewhat unsettling as they draw closer, but the warmth is welcome and all too familiar, and it brings him back at once to the Deserts, the feel of the hot hot sun and the hot hot sand, and… he opens his eyes and he’s brought back to the present, to Maribel, and new Beqanna, and Tephra, not the Deserts.
He affectionately places his nose on her shoulder as they wait at the border.
Romek
@[Maribel] @[Lucrezia]