AND THE MOME RATHS OUTGRABE
Though she loved the jungle, Sarkis sought to broaden her horizons so to speak. To seek company other than the hardened warrior women of the Amazons, and the animals that inhabited it. They were good company in their own way, but she wanted to see what else there was to the world. What were the others like? What a Tundra, or a Desert? Would she like them? There had to be more to see and to do than what the tropics held for her.
The roan filly set off far before the sun had risen, the murky half-light of the impending dawn wasn’t too hard to navigate. Certain areas of the jungle, where the trees had grown close together, light could hardly filter through. What did manage to creep past the vines and boughs was tinted green, casting an undersea glare to the world. It was her world though and she loved it all the same, bright or green light, it made no difference. The distance was vast between the place she called home, and the section of land for those who gathered to socialize. She hadn’t thought it would take this long to get here, to travel across the stretch of Beqanna, but it had. Her ebon mane stuck to her nape, her coat already slick with sweat from the trip.
Her eyes were bright when she entered the meadow, a smile tugged at the corners of her maw as she had a look around. It was already mid-afternoon, the sun high above them in the sky. Other horses stood in groups, sometimes only consisting of two horses, in others there were more. To her the summer sun felt only warm against her back, now that she had time to slow down. A gentle, cooling breeze whistled in from West, blowing both the grass and her banner as it went. The sweat on her back had dried, making lacey patterns of white to mark their paths. She approached a random stranger, each was as good as any, might as well just go for it. ”Hi, I’m Sarkis. What’s your name?” Her voice full of cheer, because Sarkis simply did not know how to be anything other.