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"We need fire." Yep. Fire would be nice. "Fire would melt the ice and make getting the steel below much easier.” But…he pondered, “How exactly do we make fire.” Unless she had some, ‘magical,’ fire making gift that was yet to be presented; he didn’t have a clue as to where the source of their fire was supposed to procure. Heaven help them. Sharpened hoof dug at the ice again, this time more forcefully; a thin layer scrapped off as a reward. At this rate he was going to grind down a hoof and have nothing on all four feet on their way back home. Suddenly a bitter essence trailed past nostrils, the nippy breeze slipping in and chilling lungs. A shiver ran down his spine, skull turned. Orbs beheld a smallish creature in the near distance, this creature bore the shape of a young colt, “Look there,“ he uttered to Ktulu, perhaps the lord of Earth had noted his needs and produced help. Only one way to find out. Stepping briskly forward, cold neck craned outward with voice rising above the wind, “Friend! We are mission bound by the lord of Earth!” Swallowing hard he asked, “Could you by chance offer us aid? We need a way to reach a little of the Steel that lies below this frozen landscape.” He believed in divine prominence. His lord would provide for them. |
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