slumber had found him. it was not like the slumber that encapsulated him during his time within the chrysalis. he found it to be lighter, less of a comfort. he'd learned something, a brand of fear that seemed to keep him from achieving true sleep. and instead, seemed to only doze, drifting slightly off. a pebble being kicked, a twig snapped, a splash against a puddle: every little sound seemed to revive him to wakefulness, and he'd lumber a step or so into what he assumed to be a hiding place within the mist. there was only so much the colt could do, only so much he'd attempt. forcing himself to consider other pursuits, he'd wander deeper into cetus's folds. the murk had grown thick, the mist and shadows looming across. fear? was this something to be fearful of? he did not want to consider that, and instead spurred himself further. the swamp climbed at his long limbs, the muck's suction seemingly stronger at ever step. the blackened limbs gathered fatigue, and they seemed even heavier to lift. he was thankful, that after a few more strides he'd found his footing on something far more solid, drier. he'd began to clamber out, but it seemed as though the swamp was not through. a stone's throw from the divine, his hind limbs remained caught in the swamp's grip, and cetus was not yet ready to let go. he'd struggle, his front knees rested on the solid ground, while he'd pitch his weight forward despite the tiredness of his body...

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it seemed it had worked. it seemed to take forever, and far more effort than he could afford. he could not count the attempts it'd taken, but on the final throw of his weight, something seemed to give. his heft seemed to almost pop free. spent, the best he could manage was to roll himself free of the muck. he'd lay there, resting on his side.

Lucifer, from the moment he had emerged from his diamond chrysalis, loved exploring. He loved it with a passion so deep that when the opportunity arose for him to go somewhere he had never been, he could not help himself. He simply had to go off and have an adventure. And this is why he now found himself lost in the mist of the Cetus. Visibility was extremely low, and he was wading through waist-high water, his lower body covered in mud and muck. His senses were on high alert, but even through his fear, his inner Light shined through, his sense of adventure stronger than his instinct to hide.

Still… a little extra light in this dark and foggy place would put him a bit more at ease. He wasn’t very good at his Magic yet, but that didn’t stop him from trying. If he could only get his Inner Light to shine outward… After a moment or two, it seemed to work, but not very much. The Glow that he emitted was not bright enough to really see by, but he supposed it was better than nothing. And it worked just in time, too, for up ahead was the sound of a splash. Not one for to be extremely wary, he tried to move a little faster through the gloom to see what had made the sound.

What he found discouraged him. There was another hoofed creature lying in the muck, and it looked exhausted. He called out softly, “Hello? Are you okay?” He wasn’t sure what situation he had stumbled into, but the creature didn’t look to be in very good shape. He wondered if it was hurt. But he was young and inexperienced and wasn’t really sure what to do to help it. So he just stood there and… waited, hoping it would tell him what he could do to help.