Morningside Cuesta Act I, Scene I

In time the boy would wander far beyond of lake, his paws guiding him to the unknown. A new area of which he stumbled upon was lush with greenery; a cliff that overlooked the meadow below, a wall of beauty for which he could watch the eastern sun rise beyond the land's soft peaks, it's light shed outward to cast a soft pink hue within the dark sky. A beautiful place. A peaceful place.

Perched upon the edge, his black figure stood in a sea of pastel clouds. The wind lifting inky blackness to tangle within it's soft cradle. He closed his eyes, taking in the gentle touch and inhaling the scents of all that carried upon the eastern wind. Wolves, elk, flowers, firs and pine. He could smell everything, and yet—

he knew nothing.

This land was new as it was beautiful and Ikaros found himself alone within it; lonely, lost. It's beautiful cliffs and tall trees, for all its beauty could not heal the raging fire within his chest. An anxiety and dread that kept him busy during the day and up at night; A feeling of unease at the fact he was alone.

Alone.

He tried to quell the blaze, hungerly gulping in lungful's of sweet air. Hoping, praying that it would drench the fire. But silly Ikaros— Don't you know fire burns hotter with oxygen? Tear's welled in the corner of his colorless eyes, daring to spill past his lash line and fall down the soft features of his face. It was only a matter of time before it did, and when the first tears fell the dam released.