How odd it felt, to long for a place he had never been. Perhaps that was what he'd been searching for all these years, running from one place to the next and chasing something he couldn't quite put a name to. He realized, now, as he listened to her words, that it was a home he had been seeking. A place to feel loved, accepted, and at peace. For too long now, the painted stallion's soul had been ill at ease, his mind sinking farther and faster towards the bottom of a bottomless pit.
Her honey-sweet voiced interrupted Mikhail's thoughts, pulling his attention back to the world around him. "Yes, it is a rather lonesome existence, isn't it?" He mused, his tone wry. At his side, Larka swayed against him, the creamy expanse of her flesh warming his creaky bones. For a brief moment, he turned his head, pressing his ashen lips to the junction of her cheek and neck. How long had it been since he'd allowed himself to enjoy the closeness of another? His thoughts flickered back to Evren, but for the first time in many a months, they did not linger there.
"Have you ever been to Salem?" He inquired, referring back to his previous mention of the Desert. He could practically picture her wandering the wasteland's vast dunes, pale coat sparkling like a diamond under the hot sun. The thought almost made him smile, but he was far too busy enjoying the moment to think of much else.
((ooc: sorry for the short post, my muse has been acting funny lately. I'm not sure if you wanna continue this threa,d or try to wrap it up within the next couple posts. it's up to you! ^-^ ))