Alina

Orange legs, tan hooves and red sand; it was all in a blur before the little dove’s hazy eyes. She was so tired that she didn’t even react to the fact that usually her front legs were pristine white - not orange. But the sweat, her pink skin and the dust from the red ground had given her a color she hadn’t worn for a long time and it didn’t actually suit her; never had, (but she didn’t actually care either). She was so tired that she failed to recognize that she and her two new acquaintances had finally reached the border of their destination; Dragon’s Throat lay just a few hundred yards ahead of them.

The sun was shining bright and hot from a clear blue sky, the air stood still and there were only a few cactuses casting their dark shadows over the desert landscape to offer refuge from the heat. This was the cremello girl’s dream; a perfect day in a perfect landscape. Being brought up in a desert the little dove adored the heat, but today she was burdened; covered in sweat and dirt, for it had been a long journey from the Threshold.

Although she was so tired that her muzzle almost scraped the ground she was still smiling; a faint little smile was resting on her lips. She had put it there to keep her from falling, to help her continue moving even though her back, shoulders, legs, knees and hooves were aching from the strain. She smiled so that she would keep her spirit up and so far it had worked, but she had almost emptied all her reserves of strength and willpower. She feared that she would soon fall to the red ground and stay there until vultures came to claim her weak body.

The little dove knew that the journey would not have taken so long if she had been stronger. They had stopped many times on her account and it had probably put the wounded stallion, Virus, in a worse situation. His wound had been bad already when the three of them, Virus, Shadow and her, met in the Threshold and the last few days Alina hadn’t even been able to lay her eyes upon it in fear of what she might see. But she didn’t need to look to know it was bad, because she could smell it and that smell was more than enough to make her worried. The thought of being the reason for her new friend’s possible death scared her severely and so she pressed on through the haze knowing that they needed to reach the Throat and the healers very soon.


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