The microscopic grains swirled up and wound about an ebony Unicorn's ankles, guided by the wind. Open plains of naught but dunes of sand and scarce ruins scattered all over with the sun beating down on them, what a sight. Especially when one was parched from travel.
Taigi squinted his emerald eyes against the dusty breeze, ducking his head as he did so. His wavy mane fell to cover his face, for which he was grateful, considering the scorching sun's never-faltering gaze and the evident lack of liquid. When he grit his teeth to embellish his disappointment, still awed, but awful still, he could feel the sand that managed it's way into his body.
What was this? It felt nothing like the winter he'd left behind in the lush forests and fair-grassed plains. Was it really that long ago?
But these thoughts had been pushed aside the second something flickered on the horizon. Brown in color, adorned by reds and yellows but promising nonetheless. The stallion took pursuit, wincing as the heated grains slid in between his cloven hooves. He would call out, just to make sure, but his mouth was much too dry for such activity.
