(SE) what about you?

// call out in the middle of the night
for when else would I hear you? //

It’s hot but not nearly as hot as it likely would being beneath the crust in the tunnels that run below them. He’s come prepared with a small tin, one encased with insulation to keep from burning himself from touching it. Inside, he’s managed to figure out a way to keep a coal burning, simmering despite the confines of little air. Now all he needs to do is collect it. And luckily for him, Melita needs something from here once more as well, and probably (if he had to guess) a break from Torchline and the traumatic events that have occurred there.

He lands them as his dragon, a potential ward away from any other draconic creatures that wanted to try and pick a fight, shifting back into himself and grabbing the insulated tin as they start to walk. “So a rock slider, huh?” He asks, trying to keep his eyes peeled for the creatures while simultaneously trying to find a spark of flame from some of the pools of magma, the orange veins glowing occasionally through the cover. Perhaps he should find as close to a flammable little stick he can imagine, something to catch it aflame and dunk it into his little coal keeper.

the flood

// fall out in the cold starlight
i can save you if you do //