Sunbeam Lair but do not eat from the tree of knowledge

*Sigh* poetry, I love you. *Waits patiently for the day I get quoted.*

Jolon snorted at Ezimette's comment, a mildly annoyed but at the same time amused sound as rich as a lively forest in spring. How could he be mad at her? She was his sunrise, his sound when he was surrounded by the midday silence, his wave that murderously and thunderously crashed into his weakened soul, her mane being the stark white foam. She was the silver lining on his grey cloud that was ready to drench the earth below with acid rain. She was the wind as warm and soothing as a lover's breath.

Strange hollow mountain... He repeated mockingly, his head shaking with every syllable in a comedic way. How had she even thought about it? How could it be that she was as blind as a bat with an instinct of a just born pup? Surely, the sun up in the mountains was as bright as a thousand golden fireflies, buzzing endlessly, but it wasn't enough to make you go blind.

She apologized though. The blind bat, which would now be her nickname for Jolon, had apologized to him. Well, it didn't really move him. She had already insulted his home, whether intentionally or not. Lubberwort... He murmured, cursing again. If there was no roof, there would be no cavern. It isn't a surprise that we're standing on our own roof. He said, feeling dumber and dumber the longer he spoke to her. No roof, no home, no place for us to argue. He followed in a sarcastic tone.