10-04-2017, 08:37 PM
Keep a little fire burning;
however small, however hidden.
however small, however hidden.
Worry has settled in his stomach, heavy and acidic. He hasn't seen his parents in days - nor have the twins, whose stomachs have begun to yearn. He's left them near the volcano today, nearby to Offspring, to search through their home again. Smoak is too fearful to leave Tephra while the twins are alone, so he must force himself to consider his rounds of the territory sufficient. None of the other residents have seen the trio, leaving the panicky Smoak to care for his younger siblings.
Today, while he searches for his parents, he also searches for someone who will be able to offer their milk to Joaquin and Joplin. The bone-armored colt is gaunt in the face as he moves across the rocky shoreline of northern Tephra, his hazel eyes sharp against its contours as he searches. The air is gray and forlorn today, but the champagne yearling still feels hopeful.
He is not disappointed.
His brow furrows quizzically on the misshapen heap sprawled out a few yards away, nestled into a rolling sand dune. Smoak pauses, albeit briefly, before his hooves carry him tentatively forward, neck extended to investigate the creature. He realizes, after a moment, who he is staring at, stuck mid-shift. "Ledge?" he whispers to the one-eyed flaxen, concern etched on his face as he notices the stallion's tattered chest.
Smoak
@[Ledger] ♥ Jejeee, I swear my next one won't be #PoopSmoak !