The sun goes down; the stars come out

[Sakari]

The gentle breezes drifted over the pasture, tugging at the grasses and teasing the mare's long, snow-white mane and tail. It carried with it a crisp, fresh promise of the evening that Sakari loved so much, and the little female couldn't help but lift her muzzle, her thin black nostrils flaring, as if drinking in every bit of the fresh breezes. The cool air caressed her soft fur and teased her mane, causing her to shiver softly. Her dark eyes gazed around herself in relaxed silence, as if nothing could ever disturb her. With a content, soft sigh, the little Arabian continued on her way.

She halted after several steps, lifting her head proudly to survey her surroundings...and the skies that stretched endlessly into oblivion high above her head. Sakari stared at the twinkling stars, her dark eyes curious and inquisitive. She had always loved the night. It held so many secrets, and she sighed again, wondering if she would ever learn them. With patience, maybe, but that was something that she simply did not have.

The rustling grasses disturbed her from her musings, and the mare shook herself back to the present. She lifted her head to gaze around, perhaps looking for a spot to lie down. Her long tail flicked against her slender barrel as she moved forward, crossing the gurgling stream that lay in front of her. Dainty black hooves splashed through the chilly water, distorting and swirling the image of the little mare and the stars beyond. The cold water chilled her fetlocks and lower legs, but she couldn't bring herself to care as she continued on her solitary journey.

[Aziz]

The pinto gracefully and proudly trotted into the gully, he held his head high and his tail bone high, the stallion then gave a loud whinnie and cantered uphill. Diablo then trotted over to the mare and carefully gave a greeting along with a snort as the stallion backed up and reared up once again showing off, the stallion then galloped off down once more.

The stallion lay down and waited for a new day for atleast half and hour getting up and laying down, once his patience had grew thin he gave a snort as he lowered his head to the grass letting his white mane brush the grass.

[Pevensie]

Spring was fading into a fast summer. The breeze across the field was a welcome relief from the staunch heat of the Desert she now called home. In fact, has it been nearly 3 years now since her return? Since she once again found herself grazing in this meeting-meadow and found herself once again at home in the sandy expanse. To say she hadn't planned it would have been the truth. Pevensie would have gone where ever the fates had decided she could go, and in her heart she had thought the evening prior about ending up in the Dale once more. Alas, it was not to be. But she can't complain, her sandy home has given her friends and safety, a purpose once more. That is what has brought her back here today - to see if she cannot help another soul in need of shelter to find some solace.

The buckskin is grazing underneath a lone tree when movement in the corner of her eye draws her thoughts away from the sweet, tender grass. A grey mare, lithe and slight, dancing in the distance. Slowly she raises her head, snorting curiously, watching wisely. She is a stark contrast to the darkness about her, lit so beautifully in the moonlight. Pevensie sighs jealously, for the only part of her that reflects the moon are her dazzling white scars (the bullet-hole in her left ear, the slash across her chest where a spear had once embedded itself). Both these parts did no favours in accentuating her pretty face.

Shaking the idea from her mind, she draws herself back to the task at present. The white mare, yes, that is why she is here. Following at a jog after her, the buckskin pony crosses the stream. She also notices a stallion approaching, but that doesn't bother her. Maybe he needs a home too, and if not, she will at least give the pretty young mare a choice (a luxury she herself has often lacked).

Pevensie approaches the mare with a gentle nod. She smiles at the stallion too, not wanting to leave him in the lurch. "Hello, I'm Pevensie. If you're looking for a home, I came to solve the problem. You see, I come from the Deserts, a kingdom full of friendly, tolerant faces. I think, looking at your figure, it would suit you far better than it suits me. My ancestors lived in the tundras of Europe and I can't say that my body will ever fully accept the climate I've chosen it to endure,"

She grins, leaving the floor open to replies.

[Aziz]

As the stallion lifted his head he let the breeze carry his mane, he then shut his eyelids and breathed in and out scenting the different scents, the stallion then gave a grunt as he trotted over to the river bank, there he drooped his muzzle to the water where he sucked it up regenerating his thirst.

Once the stallion was done he padded over to a tree where he rubbed his body on it, the stallion then lay down and rested his head in the tall grass, now he looked like a headless horse, the stallion breathed heavily in the warm weather but atleast it was better than snow and 30 mile an hour winds. Once he had layes there for a solid good hour he got up and shook his body getting rid of any insects, the stallion then cantered down the gully reaching for the thick brush of grass, once he had got there he drooped his head and started to graze

[Sakari]

Sakari tore her chocolate brown gaze from the stars as a pinto stallion pranced up to her, snorting and rearing. The mare watched, startled, having to tilt her head upwards to gaze up at him. Being just over fourteen hands or so, she was shorter than most, and a bit intimidated by the stallion's display. Before she could so much as utter a greeting, though, the stallion dashed of, leaving the flummoxed mare standing in silence.

Slowly, she turned her gaze away, facing a buckskin mare who approached her. Sakari, being the rather sweet horse that she was, enthusiastically returned Pevensie's greeting. "Hello there, Pevensie," the young female said gaily, nickering in a friendly manner. "I'm Sakari." She pricked her ears as she took in the sight of the battle-scarred pony, but she didn't mind the scars. She was too excited at the prospect of a new friend.

The young mare fell silent as she listened to Pevensie's next words, speaking of the desert, of a home. Though the young Arabian girl had never lived in the desert (her origins were traced back to the desert, of course, but her most recent ancestors had been imported), the idea of warm weather and endless sand sent a thrill through her, and rashly she nodded, eager for any more information that Pevensie could provide her.

[Aziz]

The stallion now full lifted his head to watch the two mares up on the hill, the stallion flicked his tassel as pesky flies swarmed over him, once he had done the best he could to get them away the stallion rolled on the ground letting out snorts of annoyance to the flies wich were now mostly retreating, Diablo then started to dig the dirt with his front hoof trying to maybe find some nutritional roots wich were bitter but worth it, once the stallion had found one he started to chew on it letting the juices run into his muzzle, the stallion made sort of the a weird face as the bitterness really got to him flowing down his throat.

The stallion let out a grunt as he cantered to the lake sipping on the water to wash out the biterness, the stallion once done let out a soft whinnie galloping back with his neck arched in a semi circle like shape giving himself some presentation, the stallion then lay down on the warm grass

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(((Just changing my name to Latigo cause Diablo is apparently taken)))

[Pevensie]

Sakari, as she found the mare to be called, seemed engaged by her proposal. Meanwhile, the stallion seemed to be going about his business, somewhere in the background. Pevensie ignored him, as she often ignored men, thinking him awfully rude not to properly engage in their conversation. She twitched her ears toward him on the odd occasion, but he too seemed to be disengaged with their female talk. Probably best to let him be, she thought to herself, turning her full attention back towards her pretty white Arabian friend.

"The Deserts isn't too far from here. I'd try to explain the benefits of such a lovely home, but doubtlessly my words would fall short of its true splendour. It's the light mythical kingdom, but by no means is it necessary to possess any such powers to reside. In fact, if you do choose to make it your home, work your way through the ranks, your service may even be rewarded with a gift of your choice," she says with a soft smile, thinking fondly of her present home.

She turns back, looking at her right haunch, the sunlight tattoo upon it faded dark in the shadow of the moon. "I myself was born ordinary. It was chance and nothing more than gave me the ability to bend sunlight, but there are far more important qualities.". She looks the grey-white mare in the eye now, her brown eyes fixated with an intense passion, a longing. "The Deserts value love, loyalty and service far more than any magic abilities. That is the true mark of a worthy member of our kingdom." Pride, kindness radiate from her now. Her smile grows, the more she talks about her home. Sure, the Deserts might not want her to be their next Queen, she would be the first to understand when she is not worthy of the position, but it doesn't mean she will stop loving her home. It is not her first home, not even her greatest love, but she still owes them her loyalty and kindness. They have shown her no less, in all these many years.

[Sakari]

Sakari listened, entranced. This place was sounding better and better, and she wondered if at last she had found a place to call her home. All of her life had been a blur, simply traveling aimlessly, yet searching for a home. She had never once been so lucky to settle down in one place, find a mate, or find lasting friends, despite how much she tried. But this Desert... Pevensie made it sound like a paradise, a place where she could find shelter, warmth, and companionship.

One ear twitched as she listened to the stallion going about his business in the middle of the night, though her attention was on the pony in front of her. She began to think a little deeper, about the "light mythical kingdom," as Pevensie called it. Mythics? Never once had she actually put real thought into magic and supernatural abilities, yet here Pevensie was, talking about it. She was in awe of the thought, and Pevensie's apparent ability to bend sunlight, though Sakari was not a greedy mare; she'd be fine even if she didn't gain special powers or recognition.

Love, Loyalty, Service. It sounded like a place that asked for much, yet also gave in return. An organization of mutual benefits. And something that Sakari liked. The young silver girl would have a purpose in this Desert, and in return she would have a home and herdmates who (hopefully) cared about her. That was something that she'd never had before, and she almost found herself leaping at the chance to explore the Desert and see for herself. "It sounds wonderful." Her tone was nothing short of sincere, her dark eyes wide with wonder as they reflected the stars.

[Aziz]

The stallion lay on the grass listening inn contenly, the stallion kind of wanted to step up and chat but at the same time he didnt, the stallion made an effort to listen and learn about what they were saying, he atleast knew they were talking about a place thats nice, its all he could really get from this far off down the gully, the stallion started to walk to them but then swung his head back letting his glistening white mane follow the motion, the dtallion had spotted a laying rabbit and approached it wondering why it didn't run ir even flinch we he came, he drooped his head down and scented that it was dead, the stallion jolted back with a grunt and walked away sometimes looking back to see if anything was following him

[Pevensie]

It seemed feasible that Sakari would at least come and see for herself the wonder of her homeland. Having already decided this (who really needs confirmation?), Pevensie gestured for her to follow. "I won't hold you to anything, it will hurt nobody to come and look. It is, after all, a very nice place. There are certainly worse places in Beqanna to visit," she started, swishing her tail and heading back across the open grassland, sure that Sakari would be following. If they left now and set off at a good pace, they might get there by dawn. Perhaps the Deserts would have more faith in her now, knowing that she actively sought to bring more horses into the fold, was willing to dedicate the time to expanding their homeland.

As she glances at Sakari, she just knows the young girl will fit right in. She seems kind of heart, but young and interested too. That is exactly what the Deserts needs, horses that are curious, have fantasies and ideas. They already have enough old, worn faces such as herself. Yes, she might hold the stature and grace of a four year old, but Pevensie is verging on fifty-two this year. Immortality has it's advances, but it cannot keep the mind youthful in the same fashion as the body. Sakari is full of hopes that she may realise, futures which she can seek, but Pevensie has already lived enough futures to know any better. As she looks at her young counterpart, she can't help but wonder what it would be like to trade places, to know that you only have one life left to lead.

"If you don't like it, I'll escort you back here myself. However, either way, I hope that I may visit you where ever you end up, that we two may become friends," she grins eagerly, for not for a moment does she think that the Deserts would fail to impress (not that she'd let on either way).