Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
She walks westward, away from the courts in their less-than-ideal standard, and toward the empty, lonely desert. The court itself will need repairing and reconstruction. The Mors Desert, however, needs no help from the mortal quadrupeds that dare to wander through it. It remains its own force of nature, content in its existence before, during, and after the inhabitants. Her previously wounded leg moves stiffly, but is sound underneath her. The sand dips and parts beneath her dark and golden hooves, as if bending to her will. Her gold eyes glimmer as she takes in the landscape before her. There's no particular reason to wander into the wasteland except to see what's around, who might be around. To learn, explore, observe.
At first her wandering is aimless.. but soon on the bright horizon she sees a dark figure much like her own - minus wings. Dark, a similar size. And.. golden hair. Perhaps this is another one of Solis's treasured children? She approaches, picking up a just-off trot to greet (or investigate) the stranger. She stops not far from him, only a few years, and dust rises up around him. Her golden eyes search out his golden-green ones, her crown lifting higher.
The baskets (poorly constructed though they are) make him an interesting sight, certainly unique. "Welcome to Solterra." There's a barely perceptible edge to her sultry voice, and she tilts her head to gesture to his baskets before she speaks again. "What brings you to the desert? And, if I might ask, what do you carry?" Anything invasive or destructive would HAVE to go. Her nares flare slightly, searching for the scent beyond that of "male." The refreshing, dewy scent of Delumine meets her nostrils. And why, she wonders, would the Dawn Court send someone here?
