The bittersweet between my teeth, trying to find the in-between…
The gentle pull of winter can be felt throughout Beqanna's borders. Though early in the season, it seems colder than usual, even in Tephra, where the land remains hot and humid all year round. The world feels colder now...the fall of Taiga had brought a wind of unease to all the lands Beqanna held - new equines were already traveling to the volcano to seek refuge, maybe find a new home and life...the alabaster mare could smell it.
She remained close to the volcano tonight - her sea had been flooded with new guests and they made her claustrophobic and nervous. She did not know many horses to begin with, so the new crop of them passing through Tephra's borders made her feel uneasy.
The volcano's heat hugged at her sides, and she remained deathly still. The smell of sulfur flooded her nostrils and she huffed at the familiarity. She wasn't fond of the volcano, but she knew she hadn't much else of a choice...her sea was a dropping ground for those made homeless by the earth.
She sighed, air pushing through her mouth quickly. She knew she had to do it. It had been too long and her mind was growing restless. She had to find him. She had to find Krigare. She turned herself away from the volcanos heat, and moved carefully in the direction of the outcropping of trees he had introduced her to. She had avoided this far too long, and she knew they needed to speak.
Zephyr could smell him. His scent was familiar and made her heart rush. She swallowed, and let out a simple nicker in his direction. She would wait for him to approach her...she just needed to feel his presence again.
Zephyr