MAGICKA LEVEL 97%
RESTORED TO 100%
He'd followed Saga and Mawu through the tunnels, and by now he was a little more confident on his feet. The dark was still there, clouding around them all, taking his family when they moved out of reach of his small embers, and he'd long lost track of the times he stumbled to catch up to them, fearing the worst. Every time he was greeted with patient, loving smiles, and more than a few nose kisses, all of which soothed his heart like balm over a burn that the sharp fear left as an aftertaste.
His growing confidence in walking and exploring the radius around his family was deterred by the constant broiling heat and cinders that sparked from his hooves, and every once in a while the heat rolled up to the flesh around his hooves, licking with malice and making him cry out and stop. He could see the looks of sadness and pity on his mother and sister, and though they temporarily soothed it with their cool touch, they couldn't stop it from happening. Blisters had long since formed just above his hard hooves, and the skin was red and seethingly angry under his russet fur. It hurt to walk.
When they reached this new room, the humid warmth hit him like a physical thing, and it utterly surprised him. Why did they come here? He liked the cool tunnels, especially the one with all the ice where they could stop and roll around in it. He frowned and hesitated before entering, apprehensive about the heat.
When he thought so, an errant cinder bit into his front leg and he cried out, cringing. Saga and Mawu were out of reach, having moved away once they entered the room, and he bit out, "Water, water," as he ran towards what he interpreted as the lake edge.
But the water itself was boiling, and he reeled his leg back away after he hesitated to dangle it above the surface. What was wrong with this room?! Water was supposed to be cold!
"Speech."
@Thomas