"What have we got here?"
Teiran's voice didn't carry the inflection of curiosity one might have expected, but she was not curious, shocked or surprised. There was no time for such things because if she couldn't get this equine on their feet the only thing they would get is dead. Quickly.
The rose-hued warrior had been doing her usual patrols, the sprawling expanse of the desert ever the same looking and yet always different. Gilded, blinding, sweltering, but the dunes shifted constantly beneath one's feet and the touch of the wind. How many others, like this equine here, had gotten lost? How many were not lucky enough to be found. Teiran had lived in Solterra all her life, and survival of the desert, survival of all things, was as ingrained in her as the feeling of sand gritting against her skin.
"Hello. Come on, get up," she said. Her tone was not exactly gently prodding, given the condition of the black coated stranger. It was more clinical, more business-like. If this situation was as serious as it looked then there was no time for niceties in Teiran's book. Then again, she didn't really employ niceties in everyday conversation anyway.
As her sage green eyes moved over the other, it was difficult to say if she knew them. She certainly did not recognize the dog laying dismally across their face. Very few living in Solterra had such a dark coloring to their skin as the heat it drew was no less than stifling at best. And as she waited for some sign of life, Teiran considered the best plan of action to take. Clearely the priority was to get them both out of the sun, and to get the newcomer's body temperature down.
As she stood there, eyes burning holes like the sun burns the sands, Teiran couldn't help but to think about the disruption of her schedule which she lived, breathed and worked by. Saving lives had not been on the agenda today.
"Speaking."
Teiran's voice didn't carry the inflection of curiosity one might have expected, but she was not curious, shocked or surprised. There was no time for such things because if she couldn't get this equine on their feet the only thing they would get is dead. Quickly.
The rose-hued warrior had been doing her usual patrols, the sprawling expanse of the desert ever the same looking and yet always different. Gilded, blinding, sweltering, but the dunes shifted constantly beneath one's feet and the touch of the wind. How many others, like this equine here, had gotten lost? How many were not lucky enough to be found. Teiran had lived in Solterra all her life, and survival of the desert, survival of all things, was as ingrained in her as the feeling of sand gritting against her skin.
"Hello. Come on, get up," she said. Her tone was not exactly gently prodding, given the condition of the black coated stranger. It was more clinical, more business-like. If this situation was as serious as it looked then there was no time for niceties in Teiran's book. Then again, she didn't really employ niceties in everyday conversation anyway.
As her sage green eyes moved over the other, it was difficult to say if she knew them. She certainly did not recognize the dog laying dismally across their face. Very few living in Solterra had such a dark coloring to their skin as the heat it drew was no less than stifling at best. And as she waited for some sign of life, Teiran considered the best plan of action to take. Clearely the priority was to get them both out of the sun, and to get the newcomer's body temperature down.
As she stood there, eyes burning holes like the sun burns the sands, Teiran couldn't help but to think about the disruption of her schedule which she lived, breathed and worked by. Saving lives had not been on the agenda today.
@Kassandra
