Prompt Nine
Enter the Lavalands
Featuring Aaheru, Meredith, and Luca
Word Count: 425
From Aaheru's POV
Breathe.
...
Thick, hot air stifles your lungs.
...
Thumpthump, thumpthump.
Your heart beats an old warrior's song in your chest.
Warm, cracked earth cradles your feet with every step, black with ash. The heat takes it's payment harshly and without remorse. Small streams of lava cut through the land like living veins. Your companions lag in the distance. They drink water like parched earth does after a drought.
But not you.
No. This climate is not wholly unfamiliar to your wandering soul.
In fact, it brings up memories long forgotten.
Home.
Mother walking through the clay hut, mending a small shirt that was yours... Playing with a leather ball in the dusty streets with other dirty kids.. Laughing... Dry, dry desert. Dunes for days... One could get lost out there... Don't go far, Aaheru... Storm clouds on the horizon. Blackened. Rain. Rain. Will it ever stop? The water rising, churning--Mother?!--
You snap out of it, a bittersweet smile curling the corner of your mouth. Your heart clenches painfully. Time never did make it easier.
Perhaps some memories should stay buried.
And what better way to bury memories than distraction?
* * * * *
Meredith lagged a quarter mile behind the lilac kalon. Her hammer dragged a clear line in the dry dirt. The wild kid, Luca, trudged a few steps ahead-- not much better off. Her water supplies were half full. Definitely not cut out for this smoky, ashy, volcanic land. Perhaps of she had put her mind to it she could have caught up with her companion. Yet, she felt the need to give the eclectic merchant some space. Aaheru seemed melancholy ever since they stepped foot in this wretched land. That odd sparkle in his eyes vanished. It worried her.
Far ahead of them, Aaheru crested a rise and disappeared. That in itself was fine, until they heard a shout. Meredith looked at Luca, who nodded, and both of the kalons rushed forward to their companion. They panted and huffed, sweat dripping in their eyes. Meredith hefted her war hammer over her shoulder, gripping it with two hands, as they crested the rise. And both kalons stopped abruptly.
There were two flaming chickens pecking at the ground, and Aaheru was kneeling down-- dusting off a teapot.
Meredith sweatdropped.
They needn't have worried. Well, maybe it was okay to worry just a bit. The teapot, after all, was cursed. Not to mention the two chickens on fire.
Now-- what to do with them? (And Meredith definitely wasn't going with Luca's vote, dinner).
Enter the Lavalands
Featuring Aaheru, Meredith, and Luca
Word Count: 425
From Aaheru's POV
Breathe.
...
Thick, hot air stifles your lungs.
...
Thumpthump, thumpthump.
Your heart beats an old warrior's song in your chest.
Warm, cracked earth cradles your feet with every step, black with ash. The heat takes it's payment harshly and without remorse. Small streams of lava cut through the land like living veins. Your companions lag in the distance. They drink water like parched earth does after a drought.
But not you.
No. This climate is not wholly unfamiliar to your wandering soul.
In fact, it brings up memories long forgotten.
Home.
Mother walking through the clay hut, mending a small shirt that was yours... Playing with a leather ball in the dusty streets with other dirty kids.. Laughing... Dry, dry desert. Dunes for days... One could get lost out there... Don't go far, Aaheru... Storm clouds on the horizon. Blackened. Rain. Rain. Will it ever stop? The water rising, churning--Mother?!--
You snap out of it, a bittersweet smile curling the corner of your mouth. Your heart clenches painfully. Time never did make it easier.
Perhaps some memories should stay buried.
And what better way to bury memories than distraction?
* * * * *
Meredith lagged a quarter mile behind the lilac kalon. Her hammer dragged a clear line in the dry dirt. The wild kid, Luca, trudged a few steps ahead-- not much better off. Her water supplies were half full. Definitely not cut out for this smoky, ashy, volcanic land. Perhaps of she had put her mind to it she could have caught up with her companion. Yet, she felt the need to give the eclectic merchant some space. Aaheru seemed melancholy ever since they stepped foot in this wretched land. That odd sparkle in his eyes vanished. It worried her.
Far ahead of them, Aaheru crested a rise and disappeared. That in itself was fine, until they heard a shout. Meredith looked at Luca, who nodded, and both of the kalons rushed forward to their companion. They panted and huffed, sweat dripping in their eyes. Meredith hefted her war hammer over her shoulder, gripping it with two hands, as they crested the rise. And both kalons stopped abruptly.
There were two flaming chickens pecking at the ground, and Aaheru was kneeling down-- dusting off a teapot.
Meredith sweatdropped.
They needn't have worried. Well, maybe it was okay to worry just a bit. The teapot, after all, was cursed. Not to mention the two chickens on fire.
Now-- what to do with them? (And Meredith definitely wasn't going with Luca's vote, dinner).