Nori Volcano.
Now that’s a place that Myrddin had heard of plenty times before. But the Tavil had never thought of the need to step foot upon this unstable region of Basantha. He had somehow endured going to plenty other nasty, dangerous and strange spots, but never through a Volcano.
He witnessed the looming clouds of dark ash and sprawling pools of glowing lava, which, to him, was quite the intimidating sight. Winged beasts soared over the stark atmosphere. All the Tavil had for his travels, was a crudely put-together leather backpack. Barely fitting inside the luggage, popped out a copper-tinted telescope-like pipe.
The Tavil climbed up a steep dusty cliff, standing firmly upon the sharp, curved edge that would have crumbled if it wasn’t for how small and lightweight Myrddin was. Taking out his makeshift binocular, he carefully stretched it out with his little claws and held the smaller end to his glowing red eye. He took a wide glance around the volcanic landscape with it.
Searching, searching.
“This ain’t fair and he knows it,” Myrddin scoffed in a low voice.
“All he had to do is to fly all across and over here. Am I too early, or too...
... Huh?”
On his lens, he had sworn seeing a figure moving within the direction he was staring at. He took the binoculars off his face and looked around.
The Tavil’s white fur stood up like bristles as he heard dust and wind picking up around him. He took a quick glance behind him... and there was this hulking, draconic figure, their shadow towering over Myrddin. Piercing green eyes staring down at the small mammalian creature; as if they had just landed near them after a short flight.
“LATE ...”