11-07-2021, 09:08 AM
Malik’s curious eyes follow the spirals of glowing smoke, watching the way it rises and twists along the other’s sides. He’d not seen that in the vision, and wonders if it is new, or perhaps if this is not Chemdog after all. Raised in a world of mimicry, Malik has learned to expect nearly anything, but the black and white stallion confirms his identity.
The feathered colt meets Chemdog’s squinting eyes with curiosity despite his discomforting dampness. One is electric blue, the other a brilliant orange, and both are obscured by his dark forelock when he nods gratefully at the other’s willingness to show him to shelter. He knows nothing of this man beyond his name and that he had once lived here. Still lives here, Malik reminds himself as he follows the near-stranger to a shallow cave hidden in the shadows of the cliff.
The air is no warmer here inside the stone, but at least they are out of the wind and the drizzling rain. Malik shakes himself just before entering the shelter, ridding himself of as much water as he can.
“I came here for the silver deer,” he tells the black and white stallion, “For a quest.”
Intruders are expected to explain themselves in Hyaline, and while the same might not be true here in the Cove, Malik takes heed of his mother’s more recent lessons. Besides, he thinks, someone who’s lived here a while could surely point him in the direction of the elusive glowing deer. All Malik knows is the stories; where exactly to find them is a different matter entirely.
The feathered colt meets Chemdog’s squinting eyes with curiosity despite his discomforting dampness. One is electric blue, the other a brilliant orange, and both are obscured by his dark forelock when he nods gratefully at the other’s willingness to show him to shelter. He knows nothing of this man beyond his name and that he had once lived here. Still lives here, Malik reminds himself as he follows the near-stranger to a shallow cave hidden in the shadows of the cliff.
The air is no warmer here inside the stone, but at least they are out of the wind and the drizzling rain. Malik shakes himself just before entering the shelter, ridding himself of as much water as he can.
“I came here for the silver deer,” he tells the black and white stallion, “For a quest.”
Intruders are expected to explain themselves in Hyaline, and while the same might not be true here in the Cove, Malik takes heed of his mother’s more recent lessons. Besides, he thinks, someone who’s lived here a while could surely point him in the direction of the elusive glowing deer. All Malik knows is the stories; where exactly to find them is a different matter entirely.