Aristotle cleared his throat but all the while he was trying to hide the smile that threatened to stretch across his muzzle. James bolted away as the fart slipped out of his butt. The young lion’s head hung in pure embarrassment, his eyes scrunched closed as he stood there. He had just pretty much farted in James face. A soft groan left the young lion as he stood there. Not only had his magic spell failed, he had just ripped a big one in his best friends face. What a day this was turning out to be. James' laughter only served to make the poor lion feel even more embarrassed.
Aristotle sniffed once and instantly wished he hadn’t. The young lion instantly dropped to his belly in the mud and threw his forepaws over his muzzle.
Oh dear deities what did I eat!?! The young lion exclaimed at his own stench. His own eyes were beginning to water from just one sniff. The young lion was holding back a gag as he lay in the mud.
The lion looked up at his best friend.
You’re dying!?! I’m stuck in the cloud! At least you can lift your head above it for some fresh air! I’m stuck.. There it went, the young lion gagged his stomach threatening to empty itself in the mud at his paws. However he managed to swallow it back.
Down here! The young lion lay on the ground rubbing his nose, however it seemed that his luck was not with him, as the stench seemed to slowly fall on top of him. Another groan left the lion as he stood up his belly covered in muck.
Aristotle gave James a rather uncouth look as he explained it wasn’t physical.
I know it’s not physical James, I just… Kinda well… I was trying to push out with my magic to feel. Like I do when I feel for the life in seeds and plants. Apparently I was pushing physically too. The young lion cleared his throat the smell finally seeming to dissipate.
Lemme try again. Moving a few steps away from James the young lion closed his eyes again and focused. Taking a calming breath the young lion ensured he kept a steady even breathe, then he reached into himself and found his magic. Then he cast it out trying to feel for anything strange. There he felt something. It reminded him of another gembound but infantile, almost like Abraxas had felt but stronger.
James I feel something! The young lion blurted out. Before he said anything the young lion had already taken a couple steps in the direction he had felt it come from.
It felt like Abraxas did, it was really young and… Infantile. It took Aristotle a moment to think of the right word to finish with. Then he was off heading in a direction not heading deeper into the swamp but heading along side it. He was letting his magic lead the way, the whole time he kept feeling for that same magic.
His magic leading the way Aristotle slowed as he felt the magic grow stronger, he found it resting under a trees. A small gem spire that was of a beautiful golden color came into view. Cracks had begun to form along the surface of the gem. Aristotle turned looking to see if James had followed him or if he had lost the horse in his tracks.
@James