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08-16-2014, 01:56 AM
 100% Perhaps the golden wrath of the hot season (the blistering normalcy of the desert), was not the only reason beads of sweat lengthened into narrow channels down her flinching puddly pelt. The shade offered pleasant relief, the cool water as her nose dipped to drink, was brilliantly refreshing, but Africa felt not the sweet respite expected. Instead, her tail began to swipe anxiously across her left hock and then the right, black and crimson-red tendrils slithering over skin beneath the hungry lick of her adorning fire. There seemed to be a twine of sorts (of uncertainty) strangling her heart, emotion bubbling at the base of her throat and though she tried earnestly to brandish only the flat stoic expression she had greeted them with, a grim shadow lurked behind pale, glittery eyes. Aurelia’s fresh attitude had not been overlooked entirely on the way to the oasis. The mare’s choppy gait had sliced crudely through the soft, gravelly sand of the desert, very obviously so, and it was with a careful eye that the Starry-Eyed finally turned when next the pale, gold-dust girl spoke. Suddenly though, the other plunged without hesitation into the tranquil fluid, and wary eyes expanded to betray her surprise. So long ago the younger Pegasus had shied from the churning waves combing the southern coast, revealing that she feared water. At the time no coaxing could have eased the terror, and the dappled one had taken the filly instead to rest more comfortably atop a dune skirting the oasis. Absently, one long ear wandered towards that dune; it was far smaller now, the harsh peninsula wind had carved it away over the years. She sighed deeply, and refocusing eyes found themselves settling between the young hybrid’s startling red eyes. "So be it." She smiled quietly, thoughtfully. There was no doubting Dragon’s Throat needed more that shared her interest. "Sacre is our Sleuth. He will guide you and teach you well. Once you have settled, I will gladly introduce you both." Africa paused, turning suddenly to Aurelia who was wallowing in the pool. "Unless you wish to? Anyway girls, enjoy your swim. I’m afraid there are yet errands for me to run today." She smiled gently, appreciating the paler mare’s offer, an olive branch perhaps that Africa didn’t want to reject entirely. Ruffling the feathers lining her lone wing, the dappled, fire-trimmed Sultana turned to leave. |
Table and Picture by Nicole <3
@[Aurelia] & @[Destry]
