it is her favorite time of the day…or night i should say… when blackness overtook all, one inch of the horizon at a time, and everything was bathed in shadow. she blended into the darkness, not a white hair on her body, and moved like a wraith behind the creature she shared a direction with. it becomes clear to that the figure ahead of her has also chosen to avoid the rest of the creatures and she feels her curiosity grow. she is also surprised that it seems to move hastily in the direction of the oasis that lies deep within the desert rather than the closer options… clearly there was some level of familiarity with the terrain. she follows far enough away that when she crests the small wave of sand that obscures the oasis from view the creature is already knee deep in the crystalline pool of water. her nostrils flare, hunting for the scent of the stranger she has trailed, noting its masculinity. it doesn’t dissuade her from her objective but she feels wiser knowing. without any pomp and circumstance she descends the small rise to join him, blowing out a quiet snort as an announcement of her presence. without pause she also steps into the water, some yards away from the stranger, and dips her dark muzzle down to drink
the taste of the cool water across her tongue is familiar and foreign all at once and her heart gives a sickening lurch as she thinks that the last time she drank from this pool she had been at the side of arcana. did she ever even meet her father? she thinks she did… she has a vague memory of his gentle eyes that has replayed in her mind since she was a young filly. perhaps she had imagined it all this time though. she can’t remember. then with a final swallow she realizes she doesn’t want to remember any more.. or that’s what she has willed herself to think. with that thought she looks up toward the figure across the pool, staring unabashedly, her curved ears swiveling to catch the sound of the wind blowing the sand. |