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So colorful, much more colorful then he can remember the sands being. The dunes are painted in arrays of peaches and vibrant violets of the prickled flora of the Dragon's Throat. Navy nares filled with air, the perfume of home reminding him of the days of nostalgia, of reminiscing this aroma in dark chasms, alone. Once having been so familiar, the sandy, dry, smell that was seemed sweeter today, turned to a remedy for the storm of his thoughts. They always seemed to rage so violently, never ceasing to flood through the gates of his brain function, no matter the effort he put in to quiet them. Lazarus would always pull him from the worst of his fits, so stable, so loyal to Miseal, the striped stallion owed much to the ebonite cat, a true friend.
Today though, his mind was quiet, calm. His coat was beginning to show a glistening again, vibrance laced the curves of his zebra stripes, and his eyes brewed a spark in the back of their butterscotch iris'. The breeze blew soft over his tall frame and large hoof prints trailed his steps as he carried himself to the chapel. Miseal had aided in building parts of it seasons back and he hoped that he'd find the tiger-striped woman lingering around it's doors as he traveled to see what it had turned out to be. Lazarus followed in pursuit behind his bonded, the lion's steps light and energetic, finding an enjoyment in the carefreeness of this moment.
Cascading down the hills to the home of the Church, his great head scans left and right as he takes in the art of the finished piece. Miseal was filled with such appreciation and joy that something, once a mere structure on blueprints, had been pieced together and constructed, to be what stood before him now, a masterpiece in the flesh. His attention turned away from the details of the church then, ears twisting forward as he listened for the steps of the fabricator behind it all. "Maren" he called out with his deep chords, hoping the lovely pale mare would hear his beckoning, so long had it been since he had talked with his friend. Lazarus sat beside Miseal, his black tail swinging back and forth as he cleaned lunch off his paws.
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