selenium -----
by bellum out of dissolve
Selenium doesn’t even try to hold back her mischievous grin upon seeing the palpable relief on Qadir’s face. A desire is already forming in her to somehow get the stallion onto Tinuvel at a later date, just to see if he’d really hate it as much as he seems to now. In the meantime, to further reassure him, she says, ”There are plenty of other places to see, and you don’t need to go anywhere near Tinuvel to see them.”
She shifts her weight as he moves closer, lifting her own feet as she realizes that she’d been standing in one spot too long. She can feel the resistance of the mud underneath her large, feathered hooves. There must always be a downside to any good thing, she realizes.
Listening him describe his old home, she notes that she’d been right in thinking that he would be able to find a similar climate here. She tries to picture the scenes he describes, but having grown up in a place full of ice with hardly any light on one extreme and a mild, sometimes warm place with almost no darkness on the other, Selenium can’t imagine it. Then again, she’s never actually seen sand that isn’t on the beach.
She knows about every territory on the islands, though, so she can pretend she’s more knowledgeable than she really is. ”A desert, huh? We have one of those, on Salem.” She decides to stop showing Qadir which island is which, because how will he get the thrill of discovery if she tells him ahead of time where everything is?
”I suppose it was the same for me, even though we did have thicker coats,” she ponders, tilting her head as she considers the similarities between extreme heat and extreme cold. Someone would have to have a strong constitution to survive in either environment. Then a little detail pops into her head. ”Is a sand waterfall anything like this one?” Her muzzle points toward the one that is the crowning jewel of this gathering island.
She echoes Qadir’s chuckle at his observation. They certainly do appear to be kindred spirits of a sort. ”Similar, maybe, but from opposite ends of the spectrum,” she says with a grin. Just as Tinuvel seems distasteful to the stallion, Selenium can’t picture such a place as Salem.
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