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 Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 4:31 pm
 The summer sun's rays seemed to pulse down onto the large flutter's back as he searched for an escape from the heat. A large tree to shade himself, perhaps, or even a lake would be nice. There was no such refuge for this stallion, however.
Dichali was currently in the northeastern part of the Soquili Lands. The desert, standing on a large dune where the winds were relatively cooling. He had decided to go out to explore a bit, leaving his home in the mountains, noticing he'd strayed too far a little too late. It wasn't very long in the desert before the stallion decided it was a bad idea to be out there alone. But what was he to do? He'd been walking for what seemed like hours, with no sign of being anywhere close to the mountains. So there he stood, on his dune, alone and unsure of what to do.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 3:13 pm
 This was interesting. Very interesting. She'd heard of the seas of sand from others yet never seen it herself. At first it was beautiful, then the heat sank in. If she could fly for more then a mile at a time she'd have been long gone from the sands. The saddle on her back was dead weight when she flew, and only felt heavier under the blazing sun.
Hooves picked through gold strands, hoping to see a sign of the mountians. Come night time she'd fly herself out of here. Back the way she came. For now she just explored, wings held away from her sides to keep her feathers from matting with sweat. Her sides were already covered, and the blue hair under the saddle soaked.
Eternity shook herself, gems gleaming with her movements. Wait... The Wind lowered her head, whuffling at the sand. Hoofprints. There was someone else out here? The mare set forth to follow the trail. Maybe it was someone who knew the way out.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:38 am
Though the wind on the dune was the only thing refreshing about this dreadful place the stallion had experienced so far, Dichali decided it was best to keep moving. Perhaps just one more mom-- His eye caught something. Something... Blue? A very bright blue, in fact. It looked like... Another Soquili? He tried his best not to get excited, but failed terribly. Having been all alone in the desert for hours probably didn't help him much.
Blue wings fluttering and mane blowing in the wing, the stallion got ready to call to the other. "He-" He cut himself off with a thought. "I've got to be seeing things. This must be a... Erm... What are those things, that you see that aren't real sometimes in the desert?" What a sight it must have been to see such an oddly colored stallion standing on a sand dune rambling to himself. Then again, it was probably odd enough just seeing the bright stallion in the first place.
He paused when he remembered the word. "A mirage! That's it!" Dichali felt a sense of accomplishment, simply for remembering a word. Was it the heat, or just the way he was? His attention was quickly turned back to the mare. "Hello, Miss Figment Of My Imagination!" Grinning, he waited for the image to disappear.
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 1:45 pm
Miss Figment of my Imagination? Eternity snorted in distate. "My name is Eternity, not that." She said, when she was within hearing range.
The male was nice looking, with gossamer wings. Not her favorite type of wings but they were nice. His company would be appreciated out here in the sands. Maybe he knew a quicker way back to the forests.
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Posted: Mon Jul 28, 2008 5:38 pm
Dichali cocked his head to the side. His mirage was... Talking? Well, surely it just had to be the real deal! "I'm terribly sorry, Miss... I thought the heat had gotten to my head and I was seeing things. I suppose that's not the case now, is it?" The stallion fluttered his wings to cool down his sides a bit before eyeing the mare's wings. He'd seen a few others with these, and was sure that the extra weight didn't help much in the desert.
"I'm Dichali." Pausing for only a moment, he added, "I don't mean to pry or anything, but how did you end up all alone in the desert?" If his head weren't on straight, he'd have asked, 'What the hell's a pretty little thing like you doin' out here?' But it was, and he didn't feel like getting kicked. He'd yet to meet the mare properly to judge whether or not she would have, but it wasn't worth risking.
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