Posted on August 19, 2012 at 03:37:29 AM by jezibelle
 bay blanketed mare of the dunes Jezibelle had never been here before.
The ocean washed around her hooves and lifted her scraggly black feathers. The saltwater cooled her legs while the sun above somehow burned more with greater fire than it ever had on the Crossing just an island away. She stared past the low vegetation that squatted in the sand and at the crest of the first sandy hill she could see. There was so much sand. She could already feel it collecting in her coat and the corners of her eyes and nose and the grit made her itch. She wrinkled her nostrils and snorted. This was not a good place that Badr had brought her to. From the cool moonlit nights of the Crossing was this land, a hot and dry place coated with tiny grains waiting to infiltrate every orifice of the unwary. Well, Jezibelle was not unwary. She would defend herself. She clamped her tail and flattened her ears before she stepped away from the water and off the beach. Though truth be told, she could not tell where the beach began or if it even ended. Maybe these lands were just an extension of a beach. A very large beach. She had been to beaches before. They ringed Luthien and the Crossing to some extent, and had been pleasant enough to visit. The wind was sharper and the air more full. She lifted her head and pushed her ears up. Yes. This land was just a giant beach. Jezibelle stopped at the top of the hill and stared out across to land. A great, flat expanse of land awaited her interrupted only by the wind-swirled tops of sandy hills. She pinned her ears again. |
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- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti August 21, 2012 at 02:11:55 AM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 24, 2012 at 07:46:59 AM
- bittersweet between my teeth - By jezibelle August 26, 2012 at 12:06:51 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR August 24, 2012 at 07:46:59 AM
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