(you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes;
my body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive.)
This land was new to her. It was one she had not explored in all her vast wanderings of her home. She knew all the expanses of the sandy dunes and where they ceased to shift, dying out as the gales died down to softer winds. She’dn never thought about how interesting these places may be and what new adventures they may hold. Eiffel still has that strong adventurous streak within her, driving right behind her wings so that she often canters along with them held aloft in spite of their air resistance. Soon the winds die down though and bright greenery is seen in the distance. The gentle wash of water is also distinctive nearby.
Soon Eiffel comes upon hills of clover and fresh green grass. Everything is fresh with the coming spring and her head immediately drops to gather a jammed-mouthful of fresh clean soft clovers. Stretching her wings aloft, she soon takes a gliding leap to the lower ground below. There is a slow and steady little waterfall that trickles over rocks from a source up above, emptying out into a beautiful sandy cove of saltwater. It’s stunning here, with the waters still and clear blue and friendly water life underneath. There are caves in some of the surrounding low cliffs, and while Eiffel wants to explore them further she decides to preserve her wings for now.
In the joy of having found such a beautiful place, she lets out a cry of elation. Hopefully Anleifr will hear, wherever he is – he seems to have the uncanny ability to catch the different tones of horses he knows well. This would be the perfect place to call something like their own and perhaps invite some friends to accompany them.
eiffel / / ruby child of the deserts
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