03-14-2017, 04:28 PM
Amet curses at himself as the scent of Illae vanishes on the wind. He'd lost his new friend from the Field just as swiftly as she had come to him, and something about their meeting had the young Akhal-Teke feeling uneasy. She'd never explained why she was so fearful of the Field, of those who roamed it, before she had run from him and the stallion who'd joined them. Amet had found the winged stallion, Brennen, to be pleasant enough, but it is Illae that lingers on his thoughts as he enters the Forest and searches desperately for her scent on the gentle breeze once more.
She had whispered a word -- Taiga -- but the metallic bay has no clue what it means, rendering the two syllables useless.
His nostrils quiver as he raises his narrow head, ears pressed forward in hopes of hearing the girl's bleating voice. Instead, Amet can only hear the sound of the breeze as it sweeps through the Meadow of tall, verdant grasses. His metallic frame quakes in the cold, though perhaps it is not purely the weather that has him shivering.
He thinks briefly of Iset and Sakir, back in the heat of the Dunes, but he pushes them from his head as the hollow ache grows in the pit of his empty stomach. Forcing himself to continue his journey, the light bay colt takes a few tentative steps forward, weaving through the grasses that tickle at his metallic underbelly and sides.
He pauses after a few moments, and an odd change in the air causes him to believe he is no longer alone in the vast Meadow. Amber eyes dart to the left and right, but he finds no one, and so resumes his quiet wanderings, with only the thought of finding Illae on his mind.
She had whispered a word -- Taiga -- but the metallic bay has no clue what it means, rendering the two syllables useless.
His nostrils quiver as he raises his narrow head, ears pressed forward in hopes of hearing the girl's bleating voice. Instead, Amet can only hear the sound of the breeze as it sweeps through the Meadow of tall, verdant grasses. His metallic frame quakes in the cold, though perhaps it is not purely the weather that has him shivering.
He thinks briefly of Iset and Sakir, back in the heat of the Dunes, but he pushes them from his head as the hollow ache grows in the pit of his empty stomach. Forcing himself to continue his journey, the light bay colt takes a few tentative steps forward, weaving through the grasses that tickle at his metallic underbelly and sides.
He pauses after a few moments, and an odd change in the air causes him to believe he is no longer alone in the vast Meadow. Amber eyes dart to the left and right, but he finds no one, and so resumes his quiet wanderings, with only the thought of finding Illae on his mind.
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
