keep a little fire burning; solace & svedka

[Smoak]

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

"OOOOoooOOOoohh, child, things are gunna get easieerrrr," Smoak sings loudly as he roves through Tephra, his belly full and happy and ready for adventure. His hazel eyes drink in their volcanic home as he bounds over narrow lava streams and skirts playfully around wider ones, head perpetually thrown high in anticipation for the unknown. He's seen some other kids around, though none with bits of bone like him, and when he'd questioned Mom about them, she said to be proud. And so he is, with playful smirks and powerful strides.

But, he has discovered, that if he wants to be wise like Mom, he will have to learn as much as he can by making new friends, and so the champagne colt had set off this morning in search for the blue-accented twins he'd seen near Tephra's creek the day before. They'd seemed nice enough, and their Dad was pretty cool looking. They could probably be good friends.

Smoak hums the same line to his song as he nears the bank, his small hooves beating rhythmically along the length of the creek, making sure to avoid the occasional path of plasma that intercedes. "Hello?" he calls, "Twins?" The bone-armored colt is patient in his search, though, and he continues down the creek, letting it take him wherever it goes.

Smoak

lineart colored by sanaa

@[Solace] @[Svedka]