Username: EchoIre
Pride/group link: Motoheri PrideDay 12 Prompt:(Writing for fun! I really wanted to have Halica hanging out with the Scribe lol)
"You'll like her." Ekolu promised, trudging through the shallows of the Scribe's island. "Better than the swim here, at least."
"The swim here was fine!" Halica reassured the hero. "With your magic, it was hardly an effort. Thank you."
Ekolu dismissed him with a flick of their tail. It would be tiresome to wait for a Land lion to swim all the way to the island, but they didn't want to tell him that. Besides, what was a favor between friends?
Despite having quite literally met that day, Ekolu and Halica were getting along well. They both trusted The Oracle well enough to at least try to get to know one another, and found that they had a fair bit in common when their professions were set aside. At the very least, in the short time they knew one another, Halica grew to trust Ekolu enough to agree to follow them to a mysterious island that housed a creature known only as the Stone Scribe, but that could have likely been because of the rich history the island supposedly offered. Or possibly that Ekolu was The Hero, but that was probably secondary to the historian.
When they found the Stone Scribe, she was desperately working to dig up the stones that had watched onto the beach and piece them together. Ekolu frowned at her efforts, seeing how easily the stones were crumbling due to the Titan's footfalls and how little the Scribe's work did. She was exhausting herself, and for what?
"Is that the Stone Scribe?" Halica asked, turning to Ekolu. His brows were narrowed and his eyes stayed in the Scribe as she dug.
"Yes."
"What is she doing?"
"...Those stones have ancient carvings on them. I think she's trying to save them. I think the Titan's steps are destroying them."
"We should help!"
"What?"
But Halica was already jogging towards the Scribe, leaving Ekolu to stare after him. After a moment, the hero followed, coming up to Halica and the Scribe as they were mid-conversation.
"-is fascinating! How can I help?'
"A helping paw would be welcome." The Scribe replied tersely, not looking up from her efforts. Halica set to digging up the massive stone as well, looking up at Ekolu only after they accidentally blocked his light.
"Oh, hey!" He offered them a quick smile. "You can go ahead if you need to - I'm gonna stay here and help."
"...Will you be able to get back on your own?"
"Oh, I don't know that I will! The Scribe was just telling me some about the history on the beach here - I can't let it just be destroyed! I don't mind staying the night here, if it's alright?" He glanced to the Scribe, who grunted in return. He turned back to Ekolu with another smile. "See? It will be fine. I'm sure you'll be needed back at camp anyways!"
Ekolu watched him dig. He was right, but it still felt strange leaving him here... and it did hurt a little to be abandoned like that. Not that Ekolu could really blame him, but they were glad no one else was here to see. "Alright. I'll see you tomorrow then." They turned to leave. "Be safe."
"You too!"
Username: EchoIre
Pride/group link: Motoheri PrideDay 12 Prompt:There was no sign of the Stone Scribe on the beaches.
And, more worryingly, no sign of Halica either. Had he tried to swim back despite his reassurances yesterday? Would the Scribe have let him do that? Would she have been aware enough to stop him?
Cursing themselves, Ekolu ran farther into the island, hoping to find the golden lion somewhere by the Scribe’s shrine. Thankfully, but unfortunately for Ekolu’s heart, he was
at the shrine itself, meaning they had a solid five minutes of worrying and reasoning to get through before they found him. He looked up at their approach and beamed.
“Oh, hello!” He called. “ It’s good to see you. You look tired, do you want to sit?” He made a sweeping gesture with one of his paws, inviting Ekolu closer. The hero sighed, hanging their head and shaking it. It was bad enough that the fate of the three kingdoms was weighing on their shoulders, they didn’t need to worry about this guy wandering into the ocean either. They padded closer to him and sat down with a huff, trying to hide their exhaustion. Helica leaned closer, pushing a scroll to their paws.
“The Scribe left this for you. She wants us to record our own history - I think I inspired her with some of my scrolls!” He sounded giddy, almost childlike. “I’ve been writing this whole afternoon. Would you like to, too?”
Ekolu skimmed through the message, confirming what Halica had said. They sighed, looking up at them with a weary smile. “Why not?”
The historian beamed and turned to dig up a scroll and some ink for the hero, setting the items at their paws once they were found. He quickly returned to his own writing after. Ekolu watched him for a moment, making a note of the small pile of scrolls at his side. He really had been at this all afternoon, hadn’t he? That was admirable. Maybe when they actually got the chance to talk about history he would have answers to some of Ekolu’s questions.
The hero turned to the scroll and began to write.
(353 words; 3 AC)