[SWP] ACT II: a pilgrimage made strange

[Lasairian]

is this a natural feeling or is it just me bleeding?

It seemed much more quiet now, with the ash and smoke settled and cleared from the sky. Lasairian had wondered what it meant, that the volcano was erupting, but there had been nothing he could do but wait it out and see. To hope that the deities would protect the lands and those within it from the eruption and whatever else was happening. They must have had a plan for such things, right? A way to look after the followers and the general life in this place. Natural disasters were rough, but even those were something the deities must be able to damper and keep from being a terrible problem. Lasairian held onto that idea, needing it to be true.

It was with that thought in mind that he had gone from the sight of it, and kept going and living as normal where he could. He kept the faith that all would be okay, or as close to okay as was possible. Lasairian wouldn't let the eruption scare him, though he could not help the basic instinct that had him nervous of the changes wrought by the volcano when all was said and done. Yet he would rest those concerns in the hooves of the deities and hope for the best. That was what he had done, and the outcome of it when he went back to look at the now clear skies and the area where the volcano had been. Because upon arriving, there was no sight of it now.

What had happened here was strange, though, and Lasairian had no idea what to make of what he was seeing. A lava made bridge was extending over the water, stretching on and on. It didn't look right, not in the fact that it existed like this, and not with all the things littered across it. With the way the water around it seemed odd, with strange things swimming within. The sight of it was confusing and not something he would think shaped by nature, which made him wonder what it was shaped by. Or by whom. One or more of the deities, perhaps? That was all Lasairian could think of, for who else had that power here?

As far as he could tell, those in these lands weren't all that strong in magic. Certainly there were some magics, and those that shouldn't be messed with for what those magics could do, but it was nothing like what he had once known others to be able to do. Lasairian wasn't sure if that was a comfort or a concern, but it was out of his hooves and not something he really needed to sort through. Right now he had the sight of this unnatural bridge to contend with, and the fact that he wasn't sure if it felt wrong to him. If being near it made him uncomfortable in some way. He was still trying to sort that out for himself.

Then again, it was a chance to learn something, maybe. That was what had his attention most, and Lasairian would balk from the danger of it. Because it did feel dangerous and unknown. That only mattered so much if Lasairian was careful about how he approached this, how he proceeded forward. The main thing was that he was going to. That he would press forward to look and see. No reason why he couldn't or shouldn't, because he saw others there, checking it out. Looking it over and trying to reach the other side, if they could. Lasairian wanted to learn, so he wouldn't let the strangeness of it all hold him back. Not for long.

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