P a n g a e a
and most things in between
i roam the city in a shopping cart
a pack of camels and a smoke alarm
There had been a change that came with the settling clouds, the flurries of snow that dusted their vision. Had the clouds not shifted, not looked so ominous in their low hanging pale color that promised more snow to fall, Pangaea may have taken the time to enjoy her first real snow storm. But, this wasn't to be a storm to enjoy out in the open, and time was against them to get to a shelter before it would get worse. Pangaea would have been lost with out her healer . . . well, not her healer, just the healer who was caring for her . . . so, in a way her healer . . . she wasn't going to continue that line of thought, instead focusing on watching where he walked, carefully maneuvering so as to not end their journey before they reached safety.
It wasn't easy. Her wings had arched up at some point, one poised above her face to help shelter her eyes from the blowing snow as the wind continued to pick up. Her limbs ached, the felt heavy, the cold only doing so much to numb. Her body shook with shivers, her pelt not properly dense enough to protect her from the cold, especially where the pebbled hide of her saurian skin was so exposed. Her ears perk forward at is rasped word, his throat clearing before he continued, his words indicating the the hill ahead, that shelter was on the other side.
The path had started to open up, and he soon picked up his own pace as well. She cantered the short distance to catch up at his side, half shielding herself behind his bulk, her wings settling back into position at her side. She didn't speak again, not for the time being as the crested the hill. Any other moment Pan may have paused to take in the scenery, but as it was, her gaze barely danced over the valley, the waterfall and pine trees, her gaze focused more on the large cave. His confirmation of the cave had her pausing. His words were nonchalant about it, but the semi-predatory female was familiar enough with the scent of emotions to know there was something else there about seeing the cave - not that they had much of a choice.
She briefly nudged her shoulder into his, not sure why she felt the need to remind him of her presence, that it was going to be okay - but feeling spurred on to provide the awkward reassurance regardless, "Warmth sounds . . . wonderful." She admitted, briefly flashing him a small smile, a playful twinkle in her eye, and she launched herself carefully from the crest of the hill, "Race you down." She added, before gliding towards the entrance of the cave, the short distance much easier on the limbs than a proper flight, the mare touching down delicate at the mouth of the cave, waiting long enough for Gareth to be at her side before she followed him into the earth.
"By the way, what exactly is fire?" She'd read the word, knew it was a heat source of some sort, but that was about it. It wasn't touched one in the books, the information she'd been given when she 'behaved' in that prison. They'd been careful about what information they gave her, mostly history texts. Nothing she could learn and gain an upper hand with. You didn't want to provide the monster with more tools, after all.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Gareth
Notes: <3 CUDDLE TIME, CUDDLE TIME, CUDDLE TIME
raise hell and and turn it up
saying, "if you go on you might pass out in a drain pipe."
oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time
