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YOU NEEDED ME Posted on May 30, 2020 at 02:14:20 PM by E E V A
* Psilosaur (Psilo)
* Eeva
* Mare
* Anglo-Arab/Lusitano x Mustang
* Jet Black, small white snip on nose and white streak through her tail
* 15.2hh
* Seven Years
The journey eastward is not a short one, or an easy one. It requires a lot from a traveler, with its winding pathways and sometimes treacherous water crossings, unpleasant elevation changes. Kota has memorized the careful web of roads from east to west, north to south; she’s been moving about on them her entire life, most of it aimless and so she’s been free to lock away so many detailed mental maps in her memories. She’s hopeful that her companion is able to keep up with her.
When the orders are given Kota just nods and turns on her heel to jog immediately eastward. Her pace is steady and her strides long ad sweeping, head low, aquamarine eyes keen and twisting ears alert. She listens for the footfall behind her to align with her own; the synchronicity in a hiking-mate is always a soothing comfort to her. If the stallion makes small talk along the way Kota will accommodate well enough, tell him her name, that she is new to Hyaline, but nothing more really. As they cover long miles, resting once and while but mostly moving steadily across the morphing landscapes.
It’s been a day or so and the dawn of a newborn sun splinters its raw light across the dew ridden hills. They crest a big hump in the land, it raises conveniently above the rest so they may stare down at the kingdom sprawled out across. They can see the crystalline rivers, bright magma flows and the hissing steam towers. The Field lying quiet behind them, birds stirring, creatures slithering about. She looks over to Baltas and begins to fluidly descend down into the Kingdom to crossover into its heart.
They’re a pale pair, matching almost in height, build and color if only it were not for her few inches more and inky black smears. This particular morning is dewy and the fog thick, rolling away from the Hyalinians as they walk tepidly into the volcano kingdoms middle-grounds.
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