04-08-2015, 11:18 AM
The sun is beginning to wake. It blinks open over the horizon, slowly peaking over the distant mountains in it's skyward quest. According to Roman legend, the sun was pulled across the sky by a god and his chariot, making their epic quest to spread light daily. When the sun did not come, the gods were angered. Luckily it seemed as though the gods were well appeased today, for the sun flickered a fiery red light over her desert home. She paused to let the beauty of it all sink in, to inhale deeply and appreciate the splendour of the moment.
Pevensie glanced behind her, with Sakari at her side and the stallion still trailing them. She did not mind his presence, especially with the sunlight on the horizon. There are no threats to the sun-mare during day time.
"Welcome," she said to Sakari with a smile. It was like seeing a scene fit of the Bedouin tribes, seeing her here amongst what she can only assume is natural habitat. Certainly, she must surely move across the dunes with far more ease than the buckskin mare ever could. Her heavy body sinks rather than floats. Never mind though, she takes the opportunity to trot up a hill, ears forward, and see the full expanse of her home in the glory of first dawn. A breeze ripples her mane, tosses her forelock, as she summits the dune and stares out across the endlessness. From here, she can see Vanquish's garden off to the far east, the palms that surround the oasis far off into the distance beyond a peak.
It'll never be her first home. She will always love the waterfall more. However, she has learnt to admire this sandy expanse. Moreover, she can admire the heart of the inhabitants.
"So, what do you think?"
Pevensie glanced behind her, with Sakari at her side and the stallion still trailing them. She did not mind his presence, especially with the sunlight on the horizon. There are no threats to the sun-mare during day time.
"Welcome," she said to Sakari with a smile. It was like seeing a scene fit of the Bedouin tribes, seeing her here amongst what she can only assume is natural habitat. Certainly, she must surely move across the dunes with far more ease than the buckskin mare ever could. Her heavy body sinks rather than floats. Never mind though, she takes the opportunity to trot up a hill, ears forward, and see the full expanse of her home in the glory of first dawn. A breeze ripples her mane, tosses her forelock, as she summits the dune and stares out across the endlessness. From here, she can see Vanquish's garden off to the far east, the palms that surround the oasis far off into the distance beyond a peak.
It'll never be her first home. She will always love the waterfall more. However, she has learnt to admire this sandy expanse. Moreover, she can admire the heart of the inhabitants.
"So, what do you think?"