Dance Now

As Absinth admired the bubbling, almost living and breathing nature in which the molten rock moved… She couldn’t help but think of her father. It was like looking him in the eye, those pools of lava that seemingly swirled at times when he was drifting off into his madness. The heat was becoming a bit much the longer she remained, after spending so long in the Polar Sound she had grown accustomed to the cold- comfortable even.

As she was turning to begin picking her way back out of the cavern system she caught the sight of a very large shadowy figure illuminated on one side by the glow of lava. She could make out… horn, which paired with the size she immediately thought of Karaka. But the shape of the horns was wrong, and she was sure a girl colored in gold and orange would look far more ethereal here… no. This stranger was far darker colored… more mature. Still, she craved a better look at this retreating stranger. Why turn away from her? She was far smaller in stature and build by the looks of it, why not push for an interaction? It certainly piqued her interest. Unbeknownst to her of the inner struggle Rivin was experiencing, or the danger thereof. Then again though, if she did know she would have certainly rushed right into the thrill of it all anyways.

So the monochromatic woman obeyed her nature to seek the next most exciting thing, turning her attention away from the lava and following the big stranger on her path. Emerald eyes glittering with amusement as she wondered when they would notice her trailing them. What would come of this fiery meeting? Hopefully something heart-pounding.
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