Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-31986068-20160429231407/@comment-26510374-20180426012848

what i've got down so far between aba therapy and before being forced to go to youth group

p.s. changed igikpak to a fictional mountain so i dont have to worry about geological inaccuracies lol

PROLOGUE

Sunset.

It was almost done with its job, ready to usher night into its next to last destination, until it finished in Hawaii and the Aleutian Islands and had to start all over again. This particular sunset was just like any other rural Alaskan sunset, but Roe always took the time to watch its colorful rays, a dance akin to wrinkled fabric, or perhaps an artist who splattered vibrant orange, pink, and violet across their canvas. The sky was clear tonight; Roe could see that much with his explosively bright, golden eyes, mirroring the dying sun. A half-moon was to rise in its place, or maybe a waxing moon. The light ginger cat thought the moon’s shape every night entirely forgettable, so he never could remember the next phase. “Roe?” Gratil’s voice echoed from behind its recipient, from a passageway inside the mountain. “Are you out here?” Of course, Gratil was likely well aware that Roe was out on one of Mount Arikpi’s ledges, watching the sunset.

(half done with prologue stay tuned)