Eulalie had taken her time preparing in the court before setting back out to the Solterra sands. Mors was not a friendly face if you didn’t know where you were going or what you needed to bring with you, to prepare yourself for. She was sure more than one soul had been lost out here, buried beneath the desert never to be found until one day the wind unearthed whatever was left of them. It was a cruel truth, but a truth nonetheless. The desert was an unforgiving place, indeed.
The ivory and gilded woman remember well, the first time she had ever passed through it. It had taken her days longer than it should have to get out. She had been weak with heat exhaustion, hungry, thirsty. It was a wonder she had survived at all, and Eulalie had been so lucky that Ulric had been camping in Viride, that she had happened to stumble into his camp where he could have helped her get healthy again.
Her body may have recovered within a few months, but her heart, her psyche, it had taken it so much longer. She may have eventually put the events of her past behind her but she had never forgotten them. Perhaps, she thought, she hadn’t ever truly gotten over them, had never truly gotten closure, as she recalled that night at the festival not so many weeks ago. She had seen his face and it had set her into a panic like she had never felt before.
It was something she never wished to repeat.
The sands seemed neverending as Eulalie pushed forward. Every step left her hoofprints in the sand, only to disappear as it shifted and danced beneath the touch of the autumn breeze. Despite the fall season, the desert was still hot, the sun blinding. The warrior hoped if she kept moving she could be closing to Delumine by nightfall than not. It would do her no good to be subjected to the elements for longer than necessary in her pregnancy. She was already constantly warm, like a little personal heater, and the sun beating down on her back did not help.
She could not wait to return to Dawn Court, to see Somnus, who had swept in on gilded wings and stolen her heart, and her friends. Given time to grow, Eulalie had created a well and proper home for herself, and that thought caused her smile as she walked along, thoughts occupied and attention drifting.
The ivory and gilded woman remember well, the first time she had ever passed through it. It had taken her days longer than it should have to get out. She had been weak with heat exhaustion, hungry, thirsty. It was a wonder she had survived at all, and Eulalie had been so lucky that Ulric had been camping in Viride, that she had happened to stumble into his camp where he could have helped her get healthy again.
Her body may have recovered within a few months, but her heart, her psyche, it had taken it so much longer. She may have eventually put the events of her past behind her but she had never forgotten them. Perhaps, she thought, she hadn’t ever truly gotten over them, had never truly gotten closure, as she recalled that night at the festival not so many weeks ago. She had seen his face and it had set her into a panic like she had never felt before.
It was something she never wished to repeat.
The sands seemed neverending as Eulalie pushed forward. Every step left her hoofprints in the sand, only to disappear as it shifted and danced beneath the touch of the autumn breeze. Despite the fall season, the desert was still hot, the sun blinding. The warrior hoped if she kept moving she could be closing to Delumine by nightfall than not. It would do her no good to be subjected to the elements for longer than necessary in her pregnancy. She was already constantly warm, like a little personal heater, and the sun beating down on her back did not help.
She could not wait to return to Dawn Court, to see Somnus, who had swept in on gilded wings and stolen her heart, and her friends. Given time to grow, Eulalie had created a well and proper home for herself, and that thought caused her smile as she walked along, thoughts occupied and attention drifting.
ooc: @Albrecht time to ruin this girl's day lol
