make a mark, plant a flag
02-15-2021, 11:10 AM
Tyrian bent and snuffed at the shoreline leading up to the ice bridge. This had not been here the last time he'd ventured north, he was sure of it. According to his father something similar had happened once on the southernmost part of Boreas; the land bridge leading to Auster had risen from the deep. Perhaps something similar had happened here, a delayed reaction to the volcano's eruption, maybe? The explosion had thrown debris far and wide, and the flows had reshaped the land for miles. There was some distance between the mountain at his back and the one that had erupted, but who was to say they weren't connected and that some underground pressure had found release in the icy waters of the north? Stranger things had happened. Speaking of, he'd heard rumor of a nasty spell casting witch... The wind beat against Tyrian with enough force to smother his breathing if he turned his head towards it and for many long moments he stood braced against it, forgetting his musing as he focused on standing firm. Finally it died down to a dull, pushy roar and he was able to turn back to the bridge ahead. Now more than ever he was grateful for his polar bear cape. Without it even the thickest of fur wouldn't have protected him from the elements. He licked his lips and regretted it immediately, his displeasure at the instant freeze manifesting as a deep frown. That was a good reminder about the peril ahead as he weighed his options. But, he'd come this far, hadn't he? It would be a long, cold trek home regardless of whether or not he poked around a bit first. It would have been wise to save the exploration for summer, but if he did that who was to say he wouldn't miss out on something happening now? Tyrian took a step forward and paused to get a feel for the slickness of the bridge. Feeling as though he had a sense of what was in store, he continued forward, intent on reaching the other side. If there was a new land at the end of it he was naming it Tyr for his troubles. "" |