D A M A S C U S
FALLEN OUT OF BED FROM A LONG & WEARY DREAM
What little light escaped over the dunes had seemed to stain Damascus in a wondrous shade fold gold as he approached the final building in his search. All the other courts had been searched high and low, their castled raided and peaked through and through. If he was to find the relic surely it would be here in the land of the sun.
His footsteps remained urgent yet not with haste as he pawed gently over the sand, so softly in fact that hardly a trace was left upon it before it was swept away by the peachy dusk winds. His monolithic tail, however, was easily caught among the fray and it's own trail was easily distinguished from the one made by the shallow pitter-pattering if his hooves. As it slid behind him, heavy as a snow sled, it brushed the surface off the sand and revealed anything that might hide underneath.
Soon sheltered 'neath the shadow of the Day Courts goliath structure, the colt gazed through his starry eyes with a peculiar awe as he observed it and how it stood among the grassy dunes without any signs of sinking below or crumbling against the wind. How he wished he was that strong.