simba, remember who you are
Fertile
10-17-2021, 02:04 PM
The celebration following Sparrow's win had lasted long into the night. Theory left the north feeling jubilant, hopeful, and just a little bit drunk. Mead danced in her veins, warming her easily from within against the winter chill. Wolves had taken a while to break up and meander home, but she'd spotted Valentine ambling along back towards Fireside and felt a tug on her soft heart. Seeing the grizzled face of the father of her own father had reminded her that Rhyme was also getting up in years. Although she knew Valentine was too proud to ever accept a formal escort, she'd elbowed and nudged and then dragged Sparrow over to ask if they could travel together - as a group of normal, abled-bodied, non-senior wolves, of course. Her aim was twofold. Keep Valentine from tumbling over the edge of a ravine and hopefully begin to discuss the future of a more formal alliance between the pirates and Abaven. Although she could have sworn it would be midday, the sky was still darkened by night. An enormous moon loomed above, peeking over Mount Volkan as if the volcano had speared it. Their rambling caravan was spread out, but Sparrow and Valentine crept ahead within her sight line. A sudden gust of wind scattered hundreds of sparkling fireflies in their path. She stopped dead. Another gust blew, tumbling them along towards the dark maw of a cave that opened in the nearby mountainside. They were a few dozen yards away from the mouth of the Stylianos Crypt. The wind continued to blow in a regular rhythm. Each breeze brought along a soft, gentle voice: I've been... Silence. Another breeze: Watching you... Theory sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling unsteady on her paws. Was that the mead talking, or was she really hearing things? The wind blew again: All this time... Was that Shaye's voice? |
