03-19-2008, 10:31 PM
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Ari, on the other hand, knew this weather almost as well as he knew sunshine. Whether it was simply his old home's position, or the fact that those forsaken marshlands were cursed by some evil spirit, but thunderstorms had easily become a part of a weekly routine. Ari knew that they would need to find shelter, and that huddling underneath a tree would be a bad move due to the fact that lightning leaped from host to host before returning to the mother earth. He also knew that lightning was not fond of having to go through so much trouble, and often killed its past hosts on its way through.
At the other boy's affirmative, he moved into the dark and slightly more dry depths of the forest fringing the bay. Before him he could see that the forests eventually led back to Jaded Shadows, and to his left he could see many mountains rising. He had wandered down the beach a fair way, so they weren't too far away.
As one could tell, his knowledge of science was a skewed one of mythology and the teachings of a highly superstitious pack. Not that Beppe seemed more schooled in what it was either, though.
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Ari, on the other hand, knew this weather almost as well as he knew sunshine. Whether it was simply his old home's position, or the fact that those forsaken marshlands were cursed by some evil spirit, but thunderstorms had easily become a part of a weekly routine. Ari knew that they would need to find shelter, and that huddling underneath a tree would be a bad move due to the fact that lightning leaped from host to host before returning to the mother earth. He also knew that lightning was not fond of having to go through so much trouble, and often killed its past hosts on its way through.
At the other boy's affirmative, he moved into the dark and slightly more dry depths of the forest fringing the bay. Before him he could see that the forests eventually led back to Jaded Shadows, and to his left he could see many mountains rising. He had wandered down the beach a fair way, so they weren't too far away.
Shelter under rocks is best. Trees lead the lightning right to you,he warned, beginning to head southward, looking for any rocky outcropping that they could use as shelter. Beppe's questions, however, startled him, and not nearly as much as the loud thunder clap.
The sound? That's thunder. And the light is lightning. I was told that lightning comes from rips between this world and the spirit one, and that lightning comes down to go back to the earth. The thunder is simply the sound of this world angered at the intrusion.
As one could tell, his knowledge of science was a skewed one of mythology and the teachings of a highly superstitious pack. Not that Beppe seemed more schooled in what it was either, though.