All things are possible, even the worst of things.
The trek from field to desert is fortunately not a long one. The wind grasping at their flesh with icy fingers causes time to slow to a sluggish crawl. The pewter stallion would be more than grateful to see the beautiful dunes of his desert home any moment. He keeps close to the two bay mares accompanying him, ensuring they remain safe (if cold) and their direction true. Though, for the most part, finding the Desert is easy. One must simply travel south (unless you are in the jungle, of course).
He is generally a patient man, but the sight of thinning vegetation and soil growing gradually more arenaceous causes a sigh of relief to wind through him, easing the slight edge he hadn’t know existed until that moment. The icy air is becoming steadily warmer as their regular, persistent footfalls bring them unerringly forward. Winter in the desert is a time of life. Where most of the land hangs under a thick blanket of cold and snow, the Desert thrums with growth and energy. The rains come more frequently in the winter months, bring that precious, life-giving liquid to enliven the land. The often arid, nearly non-existent foliage blooms with activity, bringing a brightness and vivacity seen only once a year in their parched clime.
As he surveys the slowly changing landscape, he knows that, finally, they have reached home. The sparse vegetation gives way to rolling dunes of shifting sands. The land becomes slightly more unsteady underfoot as the granules shift under the weight of their hooves. He has been accustomed to difficult, unsteady terrain since his childhood, but he doubts Lethea and Mnemosine have. He slows his steps then, accommodating them in any trouble they might have with the ever changing earth beneath feet.
Fortunately the dunes soon yield to the verdant oasis that sustains their lives. Rolling sands give way to sparse vegetation. Scrubby plant life gives way to flourishing growth and clear aquamarine waters. He brings them close to that precious liquid, giving them several moments to refresh themselves as he does the same. Crystalline droplets falling from his damp muzzle, he raises his head, turning his coffee brown gaze onto the two mares.
Welcome to the Desert. It’s beautiful this time of year. And much warmer too.
He smiles then, dark eyes twinkling with a hint of wry humor.
He is generally a patient man, but the sight of thinning vegetation and soil growing gradually more arenaceous causes a sigh of relief to wind through him, easing the slight edge he hadn’t know existed until that moment. The icy air is becoming steadily warmer as their regular, persistent footfalls bring them unerringly forward. Winter in the desert is a time of life. Where most of the land hangs under a thick blanket of cold and snow, the Desert thrums with growth and energy. The rains come more frequently in the winter months, bring that precious, life-giving liquid to enliven the land. The often arid, nearly non-existent foliage blooms with activity, bringing a brightness and vivacity seen only once a year in their parched clime.
As he surveys the slowly changing landscape, he knows that, finally, they have reached home. The sparse vegetation gives way to rolling dunes of shifting sands. The land becomes slightly more unsteady underfoot as the granules shift under the weight of their hooves. He has been accustomed to difficult, unsteady terrain since his childhood, but he doubts Lethea and Mnemosine have. He slows his steps then, accommodating them in any trouble they might have with the ever changing earth beneath feet.
Fortunately the dunes soon yield to the verdant oasis that sustains their lives. Rolling sands give way to sparse vegetation. Scrubby plant life gives way to flourishing growth and clear aquamarine waters. He brings them close to that precious liquid, giving them several moments to refresh themselves as he does the same. Crystalline droplets falling from his damp muzzle, he raises his head, turning his coffee brown gaze onto the two mares.
Welcome to the Desert. It’s beautiful this time of year. And much warmer too.
He smiles then, dark eyes twinkling with a hint of wry humor.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch
@[Lethea + Mnemosine]