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Pointless, totally pointless; these passed months were a complete waste of time. The snow had melted and the rivers had swollen in the time it took to travel up that accursed mountain and fly down again on aching wing joints and back-spasms. The swollen streams had dried up in the time it took for the aged mare to make her way out of the moonlit vaults of the Threshold; the poignant memories of that scaly bag of bones and the sweet-voiced vixen were still rather amusing to recall. Still, the old Cally girl was annoyed and embarrassed in the long stretches of time it took for her to travel from place to place; she kept moving on and on, walking miles and miles away, and yet the sun laughed in her face and kicked dust in her eyes, eternally roving away from her and leaving her old bones to freeze in the dead of Frostfall.
Calvariam walked with somber silence and an irate twitch to her ears. She was tired of walking so far for so long and makin’ no progress; the vibrant, beautiful land in which she traveled within, aching with the promise of treasure and adventure, thrumming with the energies of undiscovered realms of grandeur—well, all of it was lost on Cal. She was tired, her joints started to ache, and her wings, larger with the plump muscle she was exercising each day, were stiff and protesting their owner’s renewed vigor in the pastime of flying. This place was too damn big for its own good.
However, like the sun that reached high above in the heavens and reached out with warm, open arms toward the ground below, so the Earth began to seemingly melt into something more agreeable to the old mare. The tall pines and evergreens melded into deciduous giants that bore fruit and sheltered their charges from the blazing heat. The deep green underbrush of the forest morphed into pleasant field of the vibrant kind, almost like the Heavenly fields had been, except it wasn’t hundreds of miles in the damn air and this place was sprinkled with thistle here, there, and everywhere. The metamorphoses of this place induced a change in Cal’s bearing; she was bitter and tired, but the atmosphere beckoned her eyes to soften and her tensed muscles to relax and buzz with a contented warmth. She gave a great, heaving sigh. Finally. Some sun.
Cal licked her parched lips with her large, sloppy tongue, making her way towards a humid area where the aroma of water permeated the area; she mounted a small hill and gazed down upon a happily flowing river, cleaving the countryside in half as though it were a whip of the Earth god. Cal leisurely made her descent, spotting an odd figure as she approached the riverbank—well, at one time this figure would have appeared “odd”, but Cal had just been in the company of one of the crustiest geezers she had ever laid eyes upon in her life. Very little would prove to faze her after that; the sight of this obviously aged mare only made Cal smirk a little and give a chuckle-snort. It seemed like being old was the fashion nowadays.
She approached the stream, allowing herself take large, life-giving quaffs of the liquid. As she drank, her joints started to melt somewhat, and she decided the sun was just right to lay down and catch a little of the rays. Cal walked to a large, wizened oak and settled her creaking joints down into the soft grass, at the very edge of the shadow of the rustling leaves. She gave a great huff and lowered the lids of her eyes, the decrepit old thing in range of her vision, eating her heart out. A thought suddenly came to Cal, and she opened her eyes some, calling out to the battle-scarred thing. “I ain’t intrudin’ on you property, am I?” she rasped in her unique drawl.
(OOC: Hope you don't mind Cal strolling in :3 )
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