★ Cave Storytime [Intellect Event]

A few days after the meeting, though preparations were underway, he was taking one of his grandsons out for an adventure. Coran had him all to himself, and an adventure it turned out to be, indeed.

He’d been intending to show the boy the stream of magma on the border to the north, but a storm had raged into the middle of them, and he led the way, stumbling into a cave with a gruff grunt of aching joints and cold toes. He stood still, ears swiveling, listening for any sounds of danger before he called softly to Coran, “Are you alright, grandson?”

He twisted to look for the pale boy, fathomless eyes watchful. Good that they had a coal horn on his harness that he’d worn, and a couple pouches of various supplies. They’d at least have a fire soon.