the secret of our world is written in the stars
“Solace, will you please hurry up?”
Svedka’s voice is impatient as he waits along the shoreline, ankle deep in the tidepools that now openly cascade throughout Tephra’s blackened coastline. The active volcano has painted this once white and pure shoreline black with ash, a prime adventuring spot for the young yearling as he roams through the new found spot of land. He grows exasperated as he expertly weaves in and out of the various tide pools, leaping over rocks and craggy ledges to further investigate their active volcano that has painted their homeland black.
His sister hesitates, her thoughtful regime causing Svedka’s wistful spirit to slow down; if he had been alone, he’d already be within the volcano’s belly (a place that was strictly forbidden) and searching it’s depths for the magic his father claimed it held. He currently stands over a still pool, watching with wide and blue eyes as small hermit crabs crawl through the warmer water, while silver fishes pick at his fetlocks in search of food.
“Solace, it’s fine, I promise,” he encourages her with a soft snort, his ivory nostrils flaring as he inspects a bright pink shell that had been driven into the black sand from the waves during the higher tide.
Svedka
@[Solace]