[open] castles made of sand - any

[Cheri]

a bright and dangerous spark

Sadly for Chemdog, it was not his grandfather that approached him through the silvergrass under the light of a half-born moon. The other celestial bodies orbiting their world loomed farther back in space, varying in colors and cycles of their rotations, but the moon closest to Beqanna seemed to burn especially bright that night. Cheri whickered softly to the stallion at the edge of his domain, noticing only his head cast up into the sky with an expression of despair. She hadn’t heard his whispery plea, but now that her visit to the Cove was drawing to its end Cheri felt driven to meet as many new faces as she could before she left.

“Could I join you?” She asked politely, close enough now to see the ravens in their flight and the glinting python curled around his ear like a jewel in the night. He seemed so forlorn out here all alone; Cheri felt a strange sense of obligation to keep him company for a little while.

“I’m Cheri.” She smiled halfway, her inky lips almost too dark to see. Her wings, glowing softer than ever, lay folded neatly over her back like a springtime cape, and her glistening mane clung to the tight curve of her bowed neck. “Just visiting.”

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@[Chemdog] Sorry its brief <3 next round will probably be longer.