08-15-2017, 07:00 PM
if there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes
The Forest remains cool in the summer heat, a welcomed reprieve from the inescapable sweltering sun of Beqanna. Even Hyaline, whose last summer had been more comfortably temperate, was growing close to a level that reminds Amet of the Dunes. The rays aren't uncomfortable against his golden scales, but the memory is bothersome, so he takes to venturing away from the crystalline lake and towards the dense Forest that sits as a buffer between the Field and the Meadow.
Part of him hopes that he will find some indication of his sister.
She'd been absent since her confession and apology, though the golden Akhal-Teke hadn't much expected her to return after his retort. A twinge of pain flits through his chest and he exhales shakily, though his bright amber eyes still look for Iset as he wanders through the tree trunks. The leather-plated stallion moves leisurely and when the trees open up into a small clearing, he halts in the shadows, curious why this place feels so familiar.
Sakir, his mind whispers, and it clicks - Iset had found Sakir here, fatigued and unwell, after he'd followed her from the Dunes. The dragon King's lips curl into a frown, his brows furrowed as he inches slowly into the empty clearing. The long summer grasses tickle at his legs and underbelly, but the lithe stallion pays no mind to them.
Instead, he halts in the middle of the clearing and nickers quietly. His voice reaches out, tentative and uncertain, as the inkling of a familiar scent finds his nostrils.
"Iset?"
Amet
@[Iset]