I P O M O E A
He can see the darkness moving, shadows slinking and morphing before his very eyes. But he is not afraid (or at least, he tells himself not to be) - the stars are lighting his way, and a girl borne of the harshest place in the world is by his side. Ipomoea hopes that in another life, one where he had stayed in Solterra, that there’s a version of him that is more like her. He would have liked that.
His magic makes the trees and the vines and all that wild, tangled undergrowth part before them like water, laying out a predetermined path for him to follow. And follow it he does, without knowing where he was going, or where the path may end.
He’s in it only for the adventure.
And as that terrible, rasping, raking sound rises up all around them, like the forest is gasping for breath, he lifts his chin all the higher. His eyes grow brighter. And instead of slowing down, he speeds up.
Be brave, be brave, the forest tells him.
And he listens.
His magic makes the trees and the vines and all that wild, tangled undergrowth part before them like water, laying out a predetermined path for him to follow. And follow it he does, without knowing where he was going, or where the path may end.
He’s in it only for the adventure.
And as that terrible, rasping, raking sound rises up all around them, like the forest is gasping for breath, he lifts his chin all the higher. His eyes grow brighter. And instead of slowing down, he speeds up.
Be brave, be brave, the forest tells him.
And he listens.
@elif <3
”here am i!“
”here am i!“
