i will rise after a thousand years
the state of the traveler was worse than he expected, than he had anticipated, even after seeing the distressingly scattered tracks in the sand. it was clear the fellow was in no state to usurp him of his territory so he dropped all guise of macho-ness (which he generally lacked anyway) and fell into a state of extreme concern. this was his chance for friendship here, and be damned if he would let the opportunity die at his feet (literally.) he lets out a gasp of concern when the smaller framed stallion finally manages to find his footing in the ever shifting sand and remains upright, although swaying and stumbling alarmingly. his dark liquid brown eyes try to appraise his condition without being rude but it was difficult, as it seemed he was being studied himself. he speaks, insistingly but gently, his young voice clear above the gentle breeze. nothing to be sorry for. just gather yourself as much as you can and we will walk to water. i’ll stand beside you if you don’t mind it and you can lean against me if you feel like tipping over. you need water and rest. and after some time you’ll tell me how you got into this state to begin with i hope. he is almost certain he’s asking too much, as if the poor creature may not even want to drink or speak to him at all… but he has to try. it has been too long without company and he is the leader here after all. he has a duty to protect this place and its inhabitants. it is a twenty yard stretch to the edge of the curved beach where the path to water lies, the sand probably offering the greatest challenge to his new companion due to it’s shifting sinking nature. once they could clear that, he was certain it would be no great ordeal to go much further to the small spring that hid just inside the treeline. lipping flowers and set my teeth in the silver of the moon
R O A R K Ehe is 4 years old, 16 hands tall and is a georgian grande with a bay rabicano coat played by kafkaesque | |