Mortar and Stone

*Raisa* · 01-09-2014, 08:05 PM

And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out

It was an unusually pleasant day at the base of Mount Volkan. The sky was not dark with clouds, winds did not rip at the fae's pelt, and an easterly breeze was filling her muzzle with the fresh scents of spring, instead of malodorous sulfur. It made her oddly... hopeful. Or at least optimistic, at any rate, but for what she was not entirely sure. The day just seemed to hold a certain sort of promise, and it made the ex-Queen want to get up and move about. She looked down to Koros, who slept curled into her side, bathing in the warmth that radiated off of her dark, sunlit coat. She nosed his side gently, waking him. He started, then blinked sleepily. Her words were sharp and direct, and did not convey the affection she felt for her small friend. "I'm going to walk about. Are you coming?" His reply was hard to understand, more mumbled slurs than coherent use of language, but he stood and shook out his coat. Raisa smirked and stood as well.

Their journey was not a long one, but it was slow going. Raisa did not set her usual crushing pace, but instead walked languidly over the stoney, dark terrain. It soaked up the spring sunlight and radiated heat, making her comfortable and sluggish. Before long they walked through the lightly forested ceder forest that bordered the volcano. Raisa breathed deeply, reveling in the smells of the spring growth She wondered what this promising day might hold, that she was bestirred with such optimism and purpose. Certainly, this was a day for change.

"Talk" Think "Listen"

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