hold me like a knife
The summer heat pressed unmercifully against Solzeren’s coat. It wasn’t just the sun; in fact, the sun was presently obscured by gravid storm clouds, but its absence did not soothe the black mare. You could duck out of the sun for a bit of relief, but you could not escape humidity.
Thunder rolled softly above her. She couldn’t tell how close it was, but she expected at any moment to feel the fingertips of rain tapping an impatient rhythm across her back. She shook herself in anticipation.
The Crossing was not familiar to Solzeren. She hadn’t visited before leaving the islands entirely. If she hadn’t known what to look for, she might have doubted that this was the right place; it looked like any other temperate island. The Peak was her most visible clue, and the behavior of everyone around her had been an unexpectedly obvious giveaway. Sol only had to watch the Common for an hour or so to confirm that she was in the right place.
At the edges, and in the poor weather, the black mare had gone mostly unnoticed. She shook herself once more, knowing it would do nothing to help the sticky humidity, but feeling compelled to try anyway. How unfortunate it would be for her to be claimed by one of the Southern herds, but that was a risk she was just going to have to take. She could always leave once she got her bearings. Her tail switching lazily at her sides, Solzeren called out quietly for company, then settled again to wait.
Solzeren
mare / 16.3hh / black / Fell x Kohelet