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Africa drew a long steady breath, and the strangeness of thick, hot salty air drowned her lungs. It was alright though, tolerable, the young dapple grey thought quietly because this was home. Through thirsty eyes she captured her first true and thorough glimpse of the oasis. It seemed to her to be so surreal that life flourished when the surrounding environment was utterly ruthless. Standing fairly centrally in the little grassy verge between the sanctuary and the hot red sand, Africa noted curiously the untidy clusters of towering palms which cast long deep shade across the mesh of light grass. The sun was sinking slowly into the western horizon and Africa’s mouth clenched tightly around a rogue yawn, when it threatened to release a flood of tiredness into her still somewhat energized demeanour. It had been an electrifying day, and the grey Pegasus had ridden with each wave of emotion gallantly.
She glanced sidewards to Midas as the stallion grinned and agreed. Africa enjoyed his easy nature, and the warmth of his company; inwardly she sighed, disappointed that their meeting should cease. The young horse felt at peace, touched by the black and white stallion’s smooth confidence, and she was reassured by the almost paternal grace in his manner. He had unknowingly presented the fresh start she had dreamt about since she was very young, and Africa couldn’t help but exude her gratification. There was so much she craved to know, to learn.
She listened with intent, unwavering interest as her company guided her through basics which would see her comfortably through the first night in the Throat. She smiled gratefully, the nervous flutter still churning her stomach. Africa knew she couldn’t possibly eat, but for now that was irrelevant. The mare nodded appreciatively towards Midas, accepting obligingly that it was time to part ways for now. She took a furthering step towards the line of thin palms ahead, but stopped quickly again turning her head back coyly. “Thank you.” She grinned sincerely, well contented, and as she started forward again, Africa found a well worn goat track to guide her into the oasis.
[ooc: yuck, but :-D]
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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Feathers of the brightest colors (Closed)
