The Heartwood Will you tear my skin?

Did you miss me?

Alduin scoffs in good humor. “Not just yet.” He answers back with an airy hint of humor in a rasping tone.

And just like that, they continue. 

Moving forward and forward until Alduin expresses his distain for coming down here in the first place. That is until the neon blue begins to fade into plain, dry rock. And when they turn one more corner they’re met with a dome of rock with the sun leaking through where it looks as if the ceiling caved in. Trees meet their eyes — full and green — a small river like body of water streaks throughout the moss covering the ground like a carpet alongside tall, luscious grass. 

Alduin stops. 

“Mm.” He hums in a way that could seem humorous. “Seems you were right.” 

After those deep words are spoken, Alduin takes the first step onto the moss below. Soft and fluffy beneath worn paw pads, it’s satisfying is a different type of way. It’s like a paradise — an island in a sea of ruin. So beautiful compared to the rest.