The clay cracks beneath lapis hooves as the night stallion steps onto the barren land, and he almost wished he had stayed in the safety of the lush grass. The heat rolls languidly across the cracked soil, and he knows there is no time to waste, he would collect what he had come to get and seek somewhere cool in order to recouperate from the withering heat.

He's sure and careful in his footing, long, leonine tail curled high above the scorched plain and it flicked once against the warm breeze. Silvery eyes peeled to the ground as he went, he mused that perhaps he'd taken the misted forests of the World's Edge for granted for the natural boons they provided. That and the enchanted boughs of Thal'Sharah, with the glittering pools that scattered the forested floors like glittering diamonds. Only on one other occasion had he stepped out into a land similar to the clay and cracked soil beneath his hooves, with the font of fire spewing like dragon's breath from the center.

 The lunar sentinel pushed the thoughts of home from his mind with a gentle snort, there was no use in letting the heart pine for things that were so far away, or at least he tried. Now he was Seer here, like he had been Oracle back on the Isle, it sent fresh waves of fond memories into his mind. They lapped like gentle tides upon the banks, a vast ocean of warmth beckoning him to delve deep and wash away upon the current for hours at a time.

It would be so easy, to just simply cast of and stand like a figure caught in time. Let the memories flood and obscure his vision from the earthly plain. Be caught like the unsuspecting and often deserving souls flickering in and out of time by the Time Keepers hands, and watch the great tapestry of his life come apart before his eyes and be remade once again.
Easy, he concluded and shook his head. He would not give in today, not out within the scorched and withered plains he had visited.


Alune slowed and stopped at a glittering pile of dirt, his head lowered as his hoof gently unearthing the precious gemstone that had peered up at him from beneath it's soil cloak. It glittered like a tear from the night herself, smooth and delicate, hiding it's true strength beneath the illusion of fragility. This was what he had been searching for.

Pale muzzle nuzzled it out of it's protective dirt mound and into his teeth, and he stowed it within the nest of one of braids fashioned this time into a pouch like contraption to fit his needs. It sat like a bejeweled egg, delicately sat within a silvery nest of a great bird and he nodded to himself, content that it would stay before he continued on his search for another gemstone like it.
Though as his eyes returned to the vast expanse before him, it would take him some time to gather all the stones needed for his crafting and that was without resorting to the cave he spied near the fire belching from the pit.

Even longer without an extra voice and extra pair of eyes to aid the titanic stallion along.

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notes;; Alune is gathering gems for his crafting project, so anyone is free to join! come make friends and give him a hand if you wish!