Just smile and be happy.
After getting stuck in Torchline before Longnight, Zavien had been reluctant to return so soon, however, his search for the extent of the Void infections was never ending. Trekking across the sandy beaches, he'd spotted Apopo in the distance, glowing against the horizon. Its potent orange light was a thousand times brighter than any sunset and he immediately wanted to investigate the fiery island. So he'd hitched a ride over the water to find himself standing on the shores of the lava-ridden land.
His first impression was that it was hot. Zavien's attempts to wipe his brow proved futile as every ounce of moisture in his body chose to jump ship simultaneously, drenching him in sweat. Trying to keep from dehydrating, he dunked his tunic in the ocean, wrapping the material around his head and neck. It helped somewhat, but he still kept some distance from the lava rivers as he continued inland.
The next thing he noticed was the strange popping of lava bubbles accenting the crunching of rock within its currents. It went well with the whistled tone that echoed over the stoney habitat.
And lastly, Zavien took a deep breath to smell the ashy steam of heating and cooling molten lava along with a hint of sweet marshmallow. Freezing, he considered the observation. Why would Apopo smell like marshmallows? And thinking again, how was the wind whistling? There weren't any caves or large rock structures to run against.
Extremely confused, he looked around for something to explain the strange phenomena. Following his nose seemed to be the right move as he worked his way closer to the source: "Talyson!" With a wide grin, he jogged up to the man roasting a white sugar puff on the tip of his dagger. The heat quickly sapped his energy and he stopped by Tal's side, breathlessly asking, "Are you making s'mores?!" He didn't care why the Accepted was choosing to do so on the middle of a lava island. He only cared that there was food that may be offered.
His first impression was that it was hot. Zavien's attempts to wipe his brow proved futile as every ounce of moisture in his body chose to jump ship simultaneously, drenching him in sweat. Trying to keep from dehydrating, he dunked his tunic in the ocean, wrapping the material around his head and neck. It helped somewhat, but he still kept some distance from the lava rivers as he continued inland.
The next thing he noticed was the strange popping of lava bubbles accenting the crunching of rock within its currents. It went well with the whistled tone that echoed over the stoney habitat.
And lastly, Zavien took a deep breath to smell the ashy steam of heating and cooling molten lava along with a hint of sweet marshmallow. Freezing, he considered the observation. Why would Apopo smell like marshmallows? And thinking again, how was the wind whistling? There weren't any caves or large rock structures to run against.
Extremely confused, he looked around for something to explain the strange phenomena. Following his nose seemed to be the right move as he worked his way closer to the source: "Talyson!" With a wide grin, he jogged up to the man roasting a white sugar puff on the tip of his dagger. The heat quickly sapped his energy and he stopped by Tal's side, breathlessly asking, "Are you making s'mores?!" He didn't care why the Accepted was choosing to do so on the middle of a lava island. He only cared that there was food that may be offered.
Zavien
