» the calm before the storm

Strange, Seiji thinks, the way they all seem drawn to certain places here. He might attribute it to some old instinct of the others, some innate tie to the land, but certainly this does not hold true for himself. He is flesh and blood, is a creature of clean lineage with an honest family. And he is alive, and he wandered in on his own. No; the place should have no hold on him. Yet worry picks at his thoughts. A small worry, just now — a seed. (for if the place can direct him, his entire purpose is just a fool's errand, isn't it?) The noise of a familiar voice — he looks up from his thoughts to blink at Kiada. "I was born here" — really? Here? Seiji blinks again, and wonders how or why any mare would give birth in such a place. He can't fathom it. He supposes maybe its a cultural difference. It would have to be. But his thoughts are wandering again; the others want to fix the falls. Stop the torrent. They're moving, some of them. Valkyrie — he should have expected — is approaching the current directly. Seiji thinks of the last time he met her, her boldness, even as he watches her stride forth. Oh, he thinks, and glances at the others, waiting for someone to stop her. But it seems nobody will. He jolts forward, but she's reached the edge before he can do anything. He isn't certain, even, what he intended. But she doesn't jump in; even if the water flicks itself at her with a dismissive hand, she appears unharmed. Well — that's good. Seiji is still. His heart hammers, awake after that moment of fear, and he doesn't know what to do. It seems nobody does. He starts like a rabbit when the great bear materializes again. He doesn't run, though. Just stares, the pink lining of his nostrils briefly visible, every muscle fiber in his body quivering. Not with cold anymore — he has forgotten cold. The monster-god's voice seems to move in and through him. It's a resonance in the earth, a sound like glaciers passing by. It's awful. Seiji's ears twitch forward, pin back, twitch forward again. A dam, he thinks, a little fried. A dam. Even as the bear's breath washes over him, as a strange feeling tingles down his limbs, he scans the area. There are some rocks here. Maybe they can plant big ones first, ones great enough to withstand the force, and back them up little by little until the water stills. Yes... maybe. Seiji's tail flicks, and he glances around at the others. Thinks: Roscorro looks the strongest. Gracefully, Seiji moves between the others and toward the giant, to touch him gently on the shoulder if he should allow. And then to gesture at the nearest, largest rock he sees. He moves back in the direction of the boulder anyway, trying to catch the eye of anyone else trying to indicate: Help me move this. Help me move others. We'd might as well try.

img by Tildae @ flickr

ooc // tries to nudge @Roscorro toward a big boulder to help push it into the current; tries to catch the attention of anyone else who wants to help him, as well.