light my fire
07-14-2014, 11:17 PM
The conversation had been light and easy, she had told him some stories but mostly he had busted out stories of all his youth and adventures. Basically anything that he thought might have earned him a giggle or a smile. Some had worked, some she had simply shook her head in pity and given him a sympathy laugh but either way he had appreciated it. It was a bit of a distance before they came to the mouth of the underground caves. Again he would bump her shoulder playfully. "Have you been here before? Are you ready for an adventure?" He would ask playfuly, trotting forward a few steps before turning to cast a glance one his shoulder at her. "Come on Madame Sibelle, fame and glory don't await for the faint of heart after all," he would speak slowly, words holding a very obvious challenge. Tail was flicking behind him, obvious he was ready for adventure. Would she join him?
Speech!
07-14-2014, 11:25 PM
She was ready. Limbs would carry her past him and a mischievous smile would slip over inky lips as tail lashed behind him in retaliation. Her touch sent a tremor through his body and before she even could finish speaking he would bound after her. He would attempt to swing his hips around to knock against her own. Hard enough to send her stumbling a bit but not enough to knock her over. Hopefully it would be enough to allow him to gain the lead a bit. "Follow me Madame Sibelle!" He would call back, bounding and leaping for a time before the darkness would engulf them. It was dark, darker then anything else he had ever experienced but he knew from past adventures here that it would be short lived. "Do you believe in ghosts?" His voice was more musing, a soft whisper that would echo hollowly around them. He could not see her, could not feel even though he would swerve too and fro every so often in attempt to make contact. A soft glow would begin to bloom in the distance, every so often a mushroom would appear and light their path though not enough to see anything but a few inches of dirt around the small fungus. He would not stop for those. No not yet. He would not stop until they reached the cavern, light blossoming around them from the hundreds if not thousands of mushrooms that grew from the moss that lined the ground. "So what do you think?" He would ask, hopping forward to stand on the soft moss, spinning to face her.
Speech!