10-11-2015, 11:08 AM
All things are possible, even the worst of things.
The dunes of sand stretch out before them, golden and resplendent in the afternoon sunlight. It is warm here, just as he had promised. Winter is a good time in the Deserts, a time when things bloom. While other kingdoms suffer under the weight of snow and ice, the Deserts receive their yearly rains, causing the sparse vegetation to spring up wildly and bloom in a ferocious frenzy of new life.
He leads her across the shifting sands, careful to show her the best ways through the sometimes hazardous terrain. When the oasis unfolds before them, it is just as lovely as he had remembered (granted, he hadn’t left here all that long ago, and he is certainly not old enough yet to have his memory fail him that badly).
Her remark on his clumsiness makes him laugh. Stretching his neck, he nudges her withers teasingly as they walk.
You know me so well already.
She continues, ribbing him as easily as he had teased her. It gladdens his heart to see her so carefree and open. She is already so very different from the terrified, defensive mare he had first approached in the field. It is wonderful to see the changes that can be wrought just by a few words of kindness. And as she imitates his (supposed) walk, another laugh escapes his lips.
Oh come now, that is nothing.
Having said that, he proceeds to arch his neck as she had demonstrated, lifting his legs higher than their usual scuffling movement. The proud march rather suits him, with his baroque build and elegant frame (despite his missing tail). He’s quite certain he looks rather silly though.
Now that is a prance.
His humor fades slowly into a lingering grin as she pauses, turning to admire the lovely view stretched before them. It is quite an awe-inspiring sight, especially to first time visitors. Shahrizai is still new enough that he can easily appreciate the sight laid out before them.
It is, isn’t it.
He leads her across the shifting sands, careful to show her the best ways through the sometimes hazardous terrain. When the oasis unfolds before them, it is just as lovely as he had remembered (granted, he hadn’t left here all that long ago, and he is certainly not old enough yet to have his memory fail him that badly).
Her remark on his clumsiness makes him laugh. Stretching his neck, he nudges her withers teasingly as they walk.
You know me so well already.
She continues, ribbing him as easily as he had teased her. It gladdens his heart to see her so carefree and open. She is already so very different from the terrified, defensive mare he had first approached in the field. It is wonderful to see the changes that can be wrought just by a few words of kindness. And as she imitates his (supposed) walk, another laugh escapes his lips.
Oh come now, that is nothing.
Having said that, he proceeds to arch his neck as she had demonstrated, lifting his legs higher than their usual scuffling movement. The proud march rather suits him, with his baroque build and elegant frame (despite his missing tail). He’s quite certain he looks rather silly though.
Now that is a prance.
His humor fades slowly into a lingering grin as she pauses, turning to admire the lovely view stretched before them. It is quite an awe-inspiring sight, especially to first time visitors. Shahrizai is still new enough that he can easily appreciate the sight laid out before them.
It is, isn’t it.
shahrizai
hestoni x scorch