volcan
Burn slow, burning up the back wall
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
Long roads, where the city meets the sky
Most days, most days stay the sole same
Please stay, for this fear will not die
Hyaline, their land’s neighbour, was hardly a new experience to the smokey woman, as geography necessitated that they cross their territory whenever they so desired to visit the common areas of Nerine. It was hardly surprising that Nerinians were elusive and leaning towards solitude; it was a pain in the ass to get any socialising practice in… if you were into that kind of thing, anyway.
She didn’t remember seeing the white stallion at the meeting, but it’s entirely possible that he was there and she missed him entirely. He seems nice enough, and a pleasantly quiet travel companion… not that they had all that far to go.
She stops behind him, waits for Hyaline to notice them, send their diplomats, whatever. She didn't really have much of an opinion here, but she hoped that they would arrive sometime soon. There was no joy in waiting, only anxiety, restlessness and boredom.