I was so cold and lost, nothing seemed to ring true
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
Then I whispered your name, that's when everything changed
It is, admittedly, a visual let down. He cranes his neck to watch the molten water rush in, but it looks as ordinary as any other that he's seen before. He'd not necessarily expected it to be red and lava-rich, or...he doesn't think so anyway. He knows they can't drink lava, but maybe there'd be some residual red glow to it or flames briefly igniting on the surface to mark the intense heat. "It does seem steamier," he remarks with all the frail hope of someone on a ghost tour trying to startle themselves at the faintest knock.
The aroma of chocolate enriched peppermint does keep his spirits from plummeting, earning a satisfied ahhh after a deep breath in. Like her, he sets about to blowing on his, and for all his practice and general aptitude for patience, he has earned many burned tongues. He's adamant not to today, and wills it with the knowledge that this is extra hot hot cocoa.
At her query, he glances from his steaming mug to her features, gaze set on the horizon where the Firecracker waits. He laughs a little, the steam billowing and then eddying around the exhale. "Yes, even the cannons. Aren't you supposed to clean those every time you use them?" He shakes his head, still certain she won't be right, and after some more blowing precariously takes his first sip. It's still hot, and he jerks back a bit from it, but it doesn't scald. He makes a thoughtful expression as he considers, tonguing the roof of his mouth as if analyzing intently. "Hmmm," is his first response, still caught up in deciphering this so called delicacy that tastes rather ordinary to him. He takes another blow and sip.
"I mean," he sighs, not quite able to express his disappointment. On the one hand, he's glad he's alive and also not contorted into strange faces over too much sea salt. On the other, this doesn't feel nearly special enough to be worth the trip, not that he's complaining about spending time with Mel. "It's good I guess, but not great. I think we could have made just as fine a batch in port."
The aroma of chocolate enriched peppermint does keep his spirits from plummeting, earning a satisfied ahhh after a deep breath in. Like her, he sets about to blowing on his, and for all his practice and general aptitude for patience, he has earned many burned tongues. He's adamant not to today, and wills it with the knowledge that this is extra hot hot cocoa.
At her query, he glances from his steaming mug to her features, gaze set on the horizon where the Firecracker waits. He laughs a little, the steam billowing and then eddying around the exhale. "Yes, even the cannons. Aren't you supposed to clean those every time you use them?" He shakes his head, still certain she won't be right, and after some more blowing precariously takes his first sip. It's still hot, and he jerks back a bit from it, but it doesn't scald. He makes a thoughtful expression as he considers, tonguing the roof of his mouth as if analyzing intently. "Hmmm," is his first response, still caught up in deciphering this so called delicacy that tastes rather ordinary to him. He takes another blow and sip.
"I mean," he sighs, not quite able to express his disappointment. On the one hand, he's glad he's alive and also not contorted into strange faces over too much sea salt. On the other, this doesn't feel nearly special enough to be worth the trip, not that he's complaining about spending time with Mel. "It's good I guess, but not great. I think we could have made just as fine a batch in port."
Love came out of the rain, talk about being saved
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Suddenly I wanna live, more than I ever did
Iskra
