Saying that her new home was that what she expected it to be, was like saying white was black.
He had kept his promise, he had done what she had silently asked him for. Or, not really asking, because you didn’t ask a god for anything, but she had begged, prayed to him to give them a home again. Their homes had been taken from them by one god and given back by another. It just … wasn’t exactly what she would’ve thought it would be.
It was a wasteland. A yellow sandstone canyon, with little no vegetation and no shelter. The dry wind blew up sand and other dirt constantly, never laying down to give them an easy time. But the worst was the lack of water.
Igni’s throat was dry and her eyes irritated. She was tired, but there was no way she could rest here. but she wouldn’t leave, because the god had made these lands for them. He had given them a home, a place to stay and to belong. And maybe, they just needed to prove their worth, and then grass, bushes and trees would start growing. Giving them food and a shelter, turning this yellow wasteland green with new life.
But until then she would have to accept this. And it wasn’t all bad, after all, there was this one stallion that kept her mind busy. Whenever she could she would approach him, but she never got too close, just watching and following him like a lovesick schoolgirl. That was exactly what Igni was, young, lonely and desperate to find comfort in the one thing she knew. After all, she had followed Lior around in the Tundra in a similar way.
He had kept his promise, he had done what she had silently asked him for. Or, not really asking, because you didn’t ask a god for anything, but she had begged, prayed to him to give them a home again. Their homes had been taken from them by one god and given back by another. It just … wasn’t exactly what she would’ve thought it would be.
It was a wasteland. A yellow sandstone canyon, with little no vegetation and no shelter. The dry wind blew up sand and other dirt constantly, never laying down to give them an easy time. But the worst was the lack of water.
Igni’s throat was dry and her eyes irritated. She was tired, but there was no way she could rest here. but she wouldn’t leave, because the god had made these lands for them. He had given them a home, a place to stay and to belong. And maybe, they just needed to prove their worth, and then grass, bushes and trees would start growing. Giving them food and a shelter, turning this yellow wasteland green with new life.
But until then she would have to accept this. And it wasn’t all bad, after all, there was this one stallion that kept her mind busy. Whenever she could she would approach him, but she never got too close, just watching and following him like a lovesick schoolgirl. That was exactly what Igni was, young, lonely and desperate to find comfort in the one thing she knew. After all, she had followed Lior around in the Tundra in a similar way.
@[Gunsynd]
OOC: Sorry, okay, not so sorry, for this (A). Just couldn't help it and Gunsynd makes a pefect new crush now she has lost Lior
. She needs someone to fawn over.