Susil Crags

Disaster has struck!
The Crags are a series of rocky formations with small caves and crevices throughout. Many of the lower-lying areas of the Crags have been flooded, however, with water pouring in from the Northern stretches of Moladion. Some paths have been completely submerged, and some are nothing more than a few rocky peaks sticking out of the water. The water is fairly slow moving but begins to pick speed up towards the Grotto, becoming a series of intense rapids and waterfalls as it nears the Grotto's entrance.

The area itself is still traversible. However, it can be risky. Large amounts of debris can enter the waterway, creating bridges at times but also creating dams that break and cause ocassional flash-flooding. Be careful, travelers! One wrong step and you could end up finding out where the water goes.

Note: Susil Crags will return to normal once 25 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes.

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the heart is hard to translate,

I do trip on rocks pretty frequently. She tried to let that comment slip, certainly made her watch him all the little more closely. Well, at least he was self aware! Eldrax, huh? She liked him. He was a good kid, and she wondered if she might be able to offer him something like a mentorship or...well, something, when they returned to Spirane. She couldn't help but think he'd be an engaging partner to work alongside in the hunt for stories, and he'd likely make a decent diplomat in due time too. At least, something like that. In truth, Yuki hadn't really ever given diplomatic talks any real effort.

She laughed a little when he asked whether others hadn't liked the Angel Pack. He was young, so she didn't think talking about the War would do him - or his sleep! - any good. It made her think though, and further confirmed just how important it was to gather and keep those kinds of stories alive.

"They might've fought - lots of wolves have made friends after getting over their problems with each other. Egos, you know? Some wolves just have to know they're tougher than somebody else before they'll open up," she said with a nod, feeling as sagely as a wolf her age could. "As for the Angel Pack? Well, there are always wolves who can't move on from things. Unfortunately, they sometimes get the kind of power that lets them act out their feelings. I think Moladion's moved on from that kind of action though - it seems all our kings and queens learned how to talk to each other!" Her smile was snaggled, and she inwardly prayed that she'd explained it well enough, and well enough to be appropriate for a child. Eventually, she decided, she'd want to talk to him about things like the War, but maybe not until she'd better gauged what 'ready' for that kind of conversation meant. Yuki was still learning that kind of thing, after all.

At least he was an easy student, and a good teacher too. Eldrax kept her busy, which stopped her making herself too busy in her own mind. It was too easy to get caught up in her own imaginings, so his were a pleasure to be indulged in. She gave him a quick nudge and began jogging, motivated to get a move on right away(!) by his enthusiasm. Also, to get him away from the rocks and waterfall. There'd be no tripping as far as she was concerned!

The paths through the crags were never completely perfect. Even the widest paths deviated at times, becoming smaller canyons or cutting left or right. She couldn't help but think how exhausting it must have been for the wolves of Iromar to get out of their pack if they had to worry about all that! Then again, she'd never heard of anybody describing Iromar as rocky - flat moorland, they always said, with surprising spring flowers and a haunting spring mist too. It sounded fascinating, but she had a suspicion she ought to not take Eldrax there - yet, at least. She'd have to coax him back to Spirane before they hit the flatter region. With that in mind, she made sure to lead them through a series of paths she knew would eventually lead back to the Aplos riverside.

She was honestly impressed by his answer to her question, though. She raised her brows and nodded, tilting her head to consider his idea of creating something from nothing. Quite perceptive for a child, no? "You're completely right!Those mountains have always watched over Moladion. They've always been there, although the Valley came after. The mountains used to be called Solevion; your family, your father's blood, have always been mountain wolves. In fact, your blood may go even further back than the Angels themselves!" She was genuinely excited by that, her eyes trained on him for a moment with a broad, obviously-impressed grin. "There was a pack like Glorall too, though they say it...went away, somewhere into the ocean. There's an island there, though, that is said to be a remainder of it. Diveen, too, is much like Trenus used to be, but Trenus was known for its huge, red pillars of stone." She had gotten carried away, her eyes trailing up to the sky as she continued to trot onward. She always looked up when she started to ride a train of thought. "Iromar was a river, like a real, rushing river." She sighed, "It would be amazing if we could still hear from all the wolves that knew those kinds of places, don't you think? Even now, there's so much we don't know about this Moladion!" She frowned and huffed, shaking her head slowly in disappointment. She just ahd so much she had to learn! Surely, if anybody she had met was going to get it, Eldrax would get it. Or, maybe she just hoped he would. It would be fun to have her own student to explore with, and she'd already gotten caught up in the idea of it!

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