Chasing the sun {Cymbalta, Texas, ANY}

[Texas]

and I discovered that my castles stand

upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand

The trip doesn’t seem terribly long to TExas, even though he’s slowed his usual long-legged pace to account for Nixies’s limp.

By the time they arrive dawn is creeping over the horizon and turning the blue sky shades of pink and purple. Texas has never been one to take in the beauty of the sky, but he supposes that it does put the Falls in a rather positive light, at least if Nixie’s gasps are anything to judge by. He turns to look at Cymbalta for her reaction before continuing forward. He walks toward the water and the thundering noise grows louder.

He should probably make her swear her life and service to the Falls before letting her even breathe in the mist, but Shatter Me and Tiberios are not here to stop him. He rather supposes they’ll make an exception for new members, but the bay stallion would rather risk the time it takes to heal a sprain than wait too long and have to heal the broken leg she’ll inevitably suffer if she keeps on stumbling around the way she does.

“Hop on in,” he drawls with a wry smile, gesturing at the water. “It works only when directed to by a loyal member of the Falls. Perhaps in time you two can learn to heal with it as well.” He waits for a moment, and then decides he might as well get the typical questions out of the way. “Have you two ever lived in a kingdom before? Do you know about the castes?”

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