the road less traveled
To be honest, there was little interest in the court of Day. Willoughby did not like the desert realm; simply because she was a vain creature. Sweat poured off her as she wandered into this region and she greedily approached the oasis with the intent to clean the dust and dirt off. The sweat seemed almost iridescent on her pale coat - but she didn't care. It was unsightly and disgusting to her.
With a tired sigh, she strolled into the oasis's waters. Why was she here again? The vagabond did not know. The other courts had wonderful displays and specific places to explore. Day had little things of interest. Of course, the people were exotic and interesting. She did not doubt that. But dust, dirt and blood were not something she personally appreciated.
The field of battle was lost on the pacifist's mind. She did not come to see those fighting. She had merely picked a direction at random, following the road. Such was her life as a lone beast. Crossing the desert had taken precious time; she would relax for now. Standing shoulder deep in the depths, she smiled as she closed her eyes. The pegasus stretched her wings.
"It is not kind to watch a lady as she bathes" she says, not looking in the direction the other was in. The maiden heard the footfalls and heard them stop. She could almost feel the hesitation.
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