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She stopped her humming abruptly, listening with as much attention as she could possibly give to his words, drinking in every spoken detail and trying to paint a picture in her mind. She tilted her head skyward, thinking. "If the water plants are receding, it can't be the lake, right? That was my first guess. Somewhere near the moor?"
She gave a dramatic sigh, resigned, "you sure know how to keep someone on the edge of their seat, riddle-man. Are we close? Can you tell me? Please?" She let the syllables of the last word drag out, making it a long, drawling sound, like a beg (though Wickedpaw never begged for anything, and it wasn't like she was serious. Just insanely curious).
Winsdweptashes had to bite back a small laugh at the apprentice's cuiriosity and eagerness, though once again it was followed by a the slight anxiousness that where they would be going wouldn't have been worth all the time and enthusaism the apprentice was showing. Even still however, he tried not to show those doubts, instead trying his best to gently and patiently address the apprentice's question.
"We're still a little ways off," Windsweptashes admitted, subconciously picking up his pace a little bit as he answered. "But you are correct, it's far away from the lake. It's actually fairly far from any water source at all."
Even though she knew her guess was wrong, Wickedpaw felt disappointed anyway, giving off a sound that was a cross between a growl and a hum. "That old place? The uh. . ." Her mind blanked for a moment, losing the words, "the one that burnt down. Or was it a storm? I don't remember," she finished with a shrug. She put effort into her strides — big, lumbering, feigned bored, all wide stretches and stomps, matching it with a few loud puffs of air or a pop of her mouth. Her patience only ever ran for so long, and it was now beginning to run thin. She thought of the beetle that had escaped. Maybe she could look for it later.
"Are we there yet?" She let a dirt-eating grin crawl onto her face briefly, knowing how cliché the question was because if they had been there, surely Ashes would have said so. Surely she would have figured it out by then. "Are we there yet?" She repeated, continuing, "what about now? Or now? We could sing roadtrip songs. You like roadtrip songs? I learned this one in the city." She cleared her throat, raised her voice. "Ninety-nine bottles of —" Wickedpaw was cut off immediately as her paw lodged into a rock, sending her flailing forward with a strangled sound.
Windsweptashes had been about to respond with something akin to that they were in fact not there yet, and that though he had no clue what a road trip was and even less clue what a road trip song was, she seemed like she was singing it very well, when before he could even formulate those thoughts into a coherent sentence he caught sight of the apprentice falling forward.
If Windsweptashes had been just a bit faster perhaps he could have caught her mid-stumble, but the tom had never been known for his fast reflexes, and though he tried to help the apprentice by the time he had gotten a chance to react she had already beared the brunt of whatever was going to happen. All that the tom could do was check up on her.
"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" Windsweptashes asked, the concern in his voice evident as he was already giving Wickedpaw a quick check-over with his eyes, trying to assure that in the fall she didn't twist or break anything.
Wickedpaw jumped to her paws, so quick and sharp that she almost hit heads with Ashes as he checked on her. She coughed as if it would chase away the heat on her cheeks. "Yes, of course I am," she moved ahead, taking extra care to step over the rock and speed past it, "I was just testing you on how well you know your surroundings. Y'know, a more aware cat would have noticed it." She shook her head with a tsk, "nothing we can't work on, of course, don't feel beat up." She was definitely projecting.
Though where her toes had stubbed into the rock still ached with the impact, as did her wrist from when it bent, she had gotten very good at ignoring injuries — she couldn't escape a threat with her life if she was keeled over in pain, obviously — and so she brushed it off.
"Just lead the way." The words came out as more of a grumble than she'd like to admit.
"Mhm." Windsweptashes gently humored the apprentice's 'advice'. He was sure that she was probably embaressed about what had just happened, and he wasn't inclined to rub it in. Instead, he gave an all too softly appeasing, although not without its own note of light humor, "I'll try and be more aware next time." He was not fully sure to what extent the apprentice had hurt herself, but even still he slowed his speed a little bit more, in case she had actually managed to injure herself more than he could read and than she was letting on.
As they continued to walk, this time Windsweptashes just quietly and inoffensively as possible taking the lead, they eventually started to hit about the point where Windsweptashes had described. The denseness of the forest started to be replaced by tall, thin blades of grass, and slowly but surely the walls of shrubbery and other forest undergrowth seemed to break out into wider spaces that made trees become more akin to checkpoints than the all-surrounding columns they had been before when the pair had been traversing the denser parts of the woods. Taking a pause to orient himself a bit more as they grew closer, the tom took the extra moment to reassure Wickedpaw of what was likely evident at this point. "We're really close now, it shouldn't be too far from here."
As the woods opened up, moonlight turning from a few fleeting specks amidst the treetops to a dull, constant shimmer, she could feel the wave of excitement return that had been lost in her fall. The grass surrounded her, almost walls of their own, though perhaps it was just her small size that made them seem bigger than they actually were.
"Cool." She crouched low, stopping for a moment before leaping forward in a pounce, disturbing a firefly that had perched on one of the blades. She watched it fly away, padding to catch up to Ashes. "Does it have more of those. . . those. . . sun-bugs? Whatever they're called."
"Lightning bugs?" Windsweptashes more told her than asked, assuming that was what she meant as he padded along. "Well, technically there are more in the area - the moore always has more of them around. I think it's easier for them to gather out here than in the forest. But where we're going is a little ways underground. So, not exactly." He admitted gently as he continued on, once again slowing down a bit more to allow the apprentice to take in the sights and scenery, to look for fireflies and harass them; if she so choosed.
Though eventually, while passing through the tall grass, they grew closer to what appeared, at a distance, to be a stone sticking up from the ground in the oddest manner; with the land all around it dipping down bar for right beind it, where the it appeared just lightly risen and uneaven. It was all slightly off, all a bit strange, but perhaps, if one was to account for some natural landscape oddities, or even an odd regime tunnel somewhere underneath, relatively standard and normal. It was an illusion of normalcy that didn't hold for long though, as the metallic scent of it grew stronger as they padded closer, and on further inspection, the small rock that was rising up was clearly the rusted, nearly ancient remains of some very large two-leg monster; its place where glass used to be having been cracked and scattered to the wind probably years and years before, leaving an opening that seemed to allow entrance into what was left of its decaying parts that had been swallowed by the ground and left to be consumed and covered by the elements. It wasn't hard to assume that at one point, given how the land dipped, it had fallen into a deeper hole, but time and mother nature had gradually filled it, and in doing so had essentially buried this large two-leg vehicle along with it.
"We're here!... Kinda." Windsweptashes announced, though their ton was more expectantly hopeful more than anything else. He'd dragged the poor apprentice all the way out here, so disapointing her was the last thing the tom wanted to do. He slightly hoped that already the apprentice would think the sight alone was interesting; he remembered as an apprentice just the odd slope of the land had peaked his curiosity, which is why he'd bothered exploring the area in the first place. Although, he already realized he had been a very different cat than Wickedpaw, even when he was her age.
Quietly, he started pressing forwards towards the rusting monster's opening where the glass had once been, moving slowly as if perhaps the sight of it might intimidate the apprentice, though even as he did so, the thought of intimidating someone like Wickedpaw with something like this seemed doubtful to him.
