Hold fast till the brink of daylight
Heat curled harmlessly along Noah’s scaled flanks as he planted his hooves and lowered his longma head toward the pool. The bucket’s handle fit neatly between his teeth, familiar now after having done this same task at Safrin's Mirror. He dipped it cleanly beneath the surface, careful and precise.
He had wondered how long it would take the warden's playful side to come out, with peace looming over them in these tasks. Without war on the horizon, he was happy to see Deimos ready to jest and play in a boyish, impish arc to their work.
The hissing made his ears pin to his neck. Iskra was trying to boil the water before Noah could even move. An indignant snort, light and playful as it was, left his maw and he stomped a hoof atop the spring water. His tail lashed once, amused.
Then he lifted his bucket and spun slightly, kicking at the surface of the water to send a massive splash right towards Iskra. Then he moved to set his bucket down on the stone, and grabbed another bucket.
He had wondered how long it would take the warden's playful side to come out, with peace looming over them in these tasks. Without war on the horizon, he was happy to see Deimos ready to jest and play in a boyish, impish arc to their work.
The hissing made his ears pin to his neck. Iskra was trying to boil the water before Noah could even move. An indignant snort, light and playful as it was, left his maw and he stomped a hoof atop the spring water. His tail lashed once, amused.
Then he lifted his bucket and spun slightly, kicking at the surface of the water to send a massive splash right towards Iskra. Then he moved to set his bucket down on the stone, and grabbed another bucket.
Where the shadow proves the sunshine
