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01-27-2013, 03:06 AM
As she spoke, he listened. But she couldn't help but notice the way his eyes drifted past her to the vaporous figure at her feet. Curious, she glanced down at the familiar little fox, a wispy creature here amongst such heat as the lava gave off. Just a few seasons before, she knew, it would have been fainter, a mere suggestion instead of a transparent shape. She'd grown more competent at helping it and its smaller brethren, the ferrets, gain form in even the most inhospitable of places for water. Yet she and they were always limited by the amount of moisture in the environment, and she didn't expect that fact to change.
There was a pause then, between the ending of her words and whatever response the God of the Earth would give. And then he stirred, giving his massive body a shake to the accompaniment of a low rumble in the ground beneath her hooves. Kimber shifted her weight a little, unaccustomed to the sound of earth shifting so ominously, but not truly discomforted by it. She'd heard rocks fall in various amounts from precarious positions amongst the rocky stretches of the Foothills, but the strangeness of knowing that the God of her home caused this particular sound made all the difference.
At last he spoke, and she listened attentively, inclining her head in understanding as he dismissed tales and knowledge of the Gods themselves for another time. Not entirely denied, though, so she stored those thoughts for another venture, focusing instead on what he did offer. Aid in her magic.
Inquisitively she looked up at him as he laid down her task, intruiged by the vague nature of the mission. Visit the water? Her expression turned thoughtful as she searched her memory for places where water ran. Home, of course. The sea, the stream from the Thistle Meadow... and there must be water somewhere in the Throat as well, though that she knew not where. And others, like the pond in the Deep Forest she'd heard of. So many places she could go!
"Thank you, sir, for giving me this chance." A bright smile was given the Earth God from Kimber, her body stirring from the unusual quietness it had fallen into in his presence. Her head dipped respectfully, before nimble hooves turned and carried her back along the path she'd followed, moving at a swifter pace than she had before. At her feet the figure of the fox bounded, weaving easily between her legs as she moved with new energy and determination.
There was a pause then, between the ending of her words and whatever response the God of the Earth would give. And then he stirred, giving his massive body a shake to the accompaniment of a low rumble in the ground beneath her hooves. Kimber shifted her weight a little, unaccustomed to the sound of earth shifting so ominously, but not truly discomforted by it. She'd heard rocks fall in various amounts from precarious positions amongst the rocky stretches of the Foothills, but the strangeness of knowing that the God of her home caused this particular sound made all the difference.
At last he spoke, and she listened attentively, inclining her head in understanding as he dismissed tales and knowledge of the Gods themselves for another time. Not entirely denied, though, so she stored those thoughts for another venture, focusing instead on what he did offer. Aid in her magic.
Inquisitively she looked up at him as he laid down her task, intruiged by the vague nature of the mission. Visit the water? Her expression turned thoughtful as she searched her memory for places where water ran. Home, of course. The sea, the stream from the Thistle Meadow... and there must be water somewhere in the Throat as well, though that she knew not where. And others, like the pond in the Deep Forest she'd heard of. So many places she could go!
"Thank you, sir, for giving me this chance." A bright smile was given the Earth God from Kimber, her body stirring from the unusual quietness it had fallen into in his presence. Her head dipped respectfully, before nimble hooves turned and carried her back along the path she'd followed, moving at a swifter pace than she had before. At her feet the figure of the fox bounded, weaving easily between her legs as she moved with new energy and determination.
