Ice Cubes and Broken Spouts

*Lyulf* · 02-29-2020, 07:44 PM

His pace was slower than that of the more agile cat, holding his spine rigid in an attempt to not slip on the ice under his paws. He had done so once before, a rush of heat flooding towards his cheeks at the memory. Of course he had to do so when a stranger was within spotting distance, chewing at the inside of his cheek to suppress a whine that threatened to sound. Lyulf's attention was called off his inner thoughts as they walked deeper towards the south, the air around him starting to warm. Blinking his emerald eyes, he glanced away from his paws and at the horizon, letting out a soft gasp as the sky slowly came alive with pink hues of morning. It was a beautiful sight, slowing his steps even more as he lagged behind his new companion. Realizing that he had fallen behind again, he trotted to catch up, feeling as the ice melted away to a more solid surface. The sharp contrast made him wince softly, his toes spreading as he felt around the new texture. Heavy paws crunched through the snow, long fur at his hocks grasping to the flakes. Nose wrinkled upwards at the familiar feeling, welcoming it with caution. Memories of his home life bubbled to the surface, but the male quickly shoved them back down, this was not the time for thoughts like this. Shaking his head to and fro, he scanned ahead of him to see that Natha had paused, looking down at something on the ground. Lyulf's head fell wayside out of curiosity, his stride widening as he rejoined her at her side.

The lynx sat beside a hole in the ground, filled with glacier water. He blinked, leaning down to sniff at it, like that would tell him what it was. It reflected the awakening sky above them perfectly, but that didn't stop him from slapping it with the underside of his paw. It was normal water, no little glowing creatures or anything reacting to his touch. He still held up his now damp paw, tilting his head from one side to the other. It was nearly a perfect circle in the ground, what the heck was it... He looked up to see if he could catch the feline's eye, only to see that she was staring up at the clouds. He shrugged his shoulders, not bothered to bother her, going back to slapping the water with his outstretched paw. That would solve all his problems, right? Why was something this simple so amusing?

"SPEAK!"

Art by Evelyn

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