Fell from the high Posted on December 6, 2022 at 01:47:46 AM by Nezrine
The sun is warm and welcoming on Nezrine’s deep red spine, the sand beneath her hooves even more so. This place — the Dunes — is both familiar and unfamiliar to her. It is reminiscent of home, but the golden crests that lift her toward the clear blue sky are not the same ones she has trekked in her youth.
The sun is the same sun, though, the faint outline of the crescent moon at the edge of the horizon surely the same moon as well. Nezrine does not feel far away in the sense that this unfamiliar place is miles misplaced from her birthplace, despite the fact that many weeks of travel separate the two locations. She feels, if anything, just around the corner from home; she is beneath the same sky, after all.
A call rings out, clear and masculine, carried easily over the rolling dunes. Nezrine’s inkwell eyes snap toward the source, curiosity tightening the lines of her slender neck, summoning a soft whinny of interest from her chest. She picks up a run, her lithe body cutting with ease through the dry air, hooves kicking up clouds of ivory dust behind her.
She’s interested in the call, to be sure; but she also just wants an excuse to run.
Nezrine comes upon the source of the call and slows to a lofty trot as the figures come into view. There appears to be a small crowd gathering, some of them familiar with one another, others appearing less so. Nezrine knows the summons was not for her, but she is impulsive, and follows wherever her curiosity leads. She lingers on the outskirts, close enough to be spotted, far enough to dart away with a good head start if someone should decide to chase her off.