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It is a long trek. A long, long trek. For the stumpy gelding, it feels like a marathon. The rain has eased and the freezing temperatures only add beauty to the cloudless periwinkle-blue sky, but he's sweating profusely beneath his fur and the halter on his face sticks to his flesh uncomfortably. A gentle breeze tickles his flanks and ordinarily he'd feel in quite high spirits, but as it is he is resisting the urge to turn into a petulant child and question are we there yet? Through his haze of disgruntlement, he has noticed the landscape change. Gone are the towering trees of the Threshold, to be replaced by arid desert and endless sand. Badger has never seen a desert before, so doesn't know about the perils it holds - he meanders over to sniff an innocent-looking green shrub, only to recoil with a yelp when it prickles his nose. "What did it do that for?" he asks Laedere, his ears flopping and mouth downturning like a kicked puppy. Shooting the cactus a filthy look, he carries on walking. He walks until the world ends; until the land falls into the sea and there's nothingness. If he squints, he can see an island out in the ocean, but there's no discernable way of getting to it. He looks to Laedere, confused - she has wings, so she's peachy, but he is decidedly land-locked. His eyes widen in horror at the idea he may be asked to swim, because he can't, and with his excess fat (that he likes to refer to as his 'spare food') he'd probably sink like a stone anyway. So he looks to Laedere and her dolphin, wondering if one or the other of them is going to give him a lift across - or maybe this is where the herd live? Perching to the cliffs like gulls? Admittedly, nothing would surprise him, but he does hope not. "What now?" he asks the mare, his heart thudding both from the walk and from his nerves. |
@[Laedere] and anyone else welcome :D
