DRAGON'S THROAT early Orangemoon, late morning

Well, Mesec had to admit - once Tallsun’s head had broke, the Throat was a much more enjoyable place to live in. His black coat had soaked up all the heat it could and he was sure he’d retained enough of it to melt snow when Frostfall finally came around. For now, though, he was content to continue his exploration of the herdland. He had seen a lot, so far, but he was still learning where everything was and every day he spent here he’d discover something new.

He had to admit that it was fun, becoming a part of the herd and learning whatever he could. Now that the intense heat had died away some, perhaps there would be more opportunities for him to help out wherever he could. He had meant it, after all, when he said he wanted to help out the herd in any way. He just needed to find out where he would actually be of some help.

The thoughts continued to bother him, even today as he was venturing further away from the oasis than he had previously and wandering the coast of the Throat - particularly that which faced an endless ocean and had no view whatsoever of the rest of Helovia.

The winds from the ocean had brought large, fluffy clouds that gathered in the sky - the promise of rain later in the afternoon, perhaps, but this morning Mesec was unhindered by the weather as he followed the gentle stope of the desert coast. Perhaps not the best way to be productive today, but there was still plenty of time for that later on in the day.

Thoughts of distant lands across the sea, lands filled with creatures and stories he was never likely to see or hear, were interrupted when a small group of brightly-lit creatures scattered away from the shore when his hoof (accidentally) splashed loudly in the water. Flashes of orange and red stood out so readily in the crystalline waters that Mesec had to stop and wonder if he had imagined them. Had they been fish? Or something else even stranger? The impression he had been left with was something not entirely fish-like, certainly worth further investigation.

His silver-lined head shook and he carefully took another cautious step into the water, trying to peer around and see if he could spy the creatures among the sand and rocks.

For Zero! <33


I’m trying to find my direction home, ______________
A question of space, a matter of time, _______
I follow the stars until the first light.