Along the Ledge
11-17-2018, 10:50 AM
Rhyme found himself wandering away from Abaven that day, Imperia flew above him as she scouted the miles ahead of him. She called out to him if she saw danger or anything unusual but as he walked she remained silent. Rhyme enjoyed the quick lope, and found his curisoity piqued as he began to scale the mountain before him. Malicious clouds of black smoke rose from the mountain’s zenith and even though he should have been cold in the chill Autumn air he felt comfortable, especially when passing a hot air vent. This place was like nowhere he had ever been before. He tread carefully over the quasi-path, large herd animals obviously took this path during migration. More than once he wondered if one of the large animals had tumbled over the edge. Or more than one. His bright blue and lavender gaze peered over the edge as he reached the half way point and he was sure he could see some bleach white bones at the bottom. He shook his head, avoiding the vertigo such a view wanted to provide. Finding himself tiring from the long trek he decided to back away from the edge and take a seat, his gaze wandering the vast horizon before him. Imperia flew gracefully, her body catching the impressive thermals that the volcano produced. Rhyme sighed heavily, enjoying the semblance of a vacation here in the warmth with the cool autumn breeze at his face, |
