She’d stopped, temporarily, on one island to see what it had to offer and been satisfied only by the brief company of one singularly handsome buckskin stallion. His white-mottled barrel had been key in catching her eye, demanding closer inspection, and Ak Burun could hardly refrain from touching such a gold coat, rippling and shimmering over all that muscle... one thing had led to another, as she knew it would, and once she was sated, she left.
She high-steps across thick, soft sand now, trotting to music of her own making as her narrow head twists back and forth to take stock of this land. It’s not nearly as flat as the desert she came from, which boasts only low dunes sparsely distributed. This desert has so much sand it sits in immense piles, heaps and heaps of soft, hot gold sparkling under the sun.
It will do.
Ak Burun’s smile is tight as she steps down the gentle slope of the first in a series of small dunes. Her eyes are on the high piles further inland, the ones that defy the wind and stand like sentinels under the blue, blue sky. No doubt there is even more desert stretching away behind them. The anticipation of standing at such a height and surveying the land in all directions is delicious. Ak Burun savors it as she trots on. |