Dance In The Pale Moonlight

Enki listens to his mother’s warning; the seriousness of the situation is not lost on the pup even as she teases him to not go sticking his nose in stuff. Feigning sadness, he groans out, “But mommmmmm!” Her nudge cuts off any further m’s that might have been added to his statement and the pup chuckles as she ushers him onward. Her explanation of the top has the pup’s eyes rounding in wonder again and, the fact that is filled with lava, cements the reason they are not going to the top.

The black volcanic stones that cover the side of the mountain are a mixture of rough stones with smoothed, almost polished sides. The obsidian is darker then the night’s sky but it catches and reflects the silvery moonlight at the pup. As Enki and Recluse ascend further, the temperature subtly changes, growing hotter the further they go. Gaze flicks over to his mom as she explains and lays down the law, the pink boy nodding his understanding and saying, “Understood. No going to the top until I’m an adult.”

Another firm dip of his head before he looks to some of the obsidian laying scattered around their paws. After a moment, Enki asks, “Can this stuff be used for anything? Oh and, I know I can’t go up there yet, but does the climb get more difficult the higher you go?” He wants to know everything.


"Enki Klein"