keep a little fire burning; scyla, harrier

[Smoak]

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

Hyaline's autumn isn't much cooler than Tephra's, though the humidity of his island birthplace is unmatched. Smoak inhales deeply as the air grows heavy, tinged ever so slightly with sulfur and brine, his upbeat trot carrying his champagne frame across the invisible border and into the verdant field. He hasn't returned to the volcanic island since Mom and Dad had left Tephra for the throne in the golden forest of Sylva, and though he is a fan of Warrick, it isn't the father of Solace and Svedka that he is searching for today.

Instead, his hazel eyes rove the sweeping greenery for his aunt as he moves further into the humid territory. The grasses lick at his legs and tickle his underbelly and Smoak tosses his bone-plated head skyward as he revels in the familiar sights and scents around him.

He whistles then, calling for Scyla as he continues his search with hazel eyes that skip across the landscape, lingering only briefly on the residents that he happens upon before moving onward to find the steel and ice mare.

After some time, the young stallion grows irritable ─ could she have left? Had she found a home elsewhere? He doubts that she would have left Beqanna entirely, not without his father, but Smoak also knows that the relationship between Dahmer and Scyla had been strained following something that had transpired with a white wraith stallion who had since disappeared from current events (though they had all been sure not to give him the full details). With waning hope, the young stallion tosses his head skyward and calls out again, his voice gruffer and deeper than the last time he had seen her. "Aunt Scyla?"

Smoak

@[Stormie] - Wasn't sure if you wanted to do Scyla or Harrier or both! I know I totally dropped the ball on getting this done sooner -_-