Lizelle
08-25-2010, 05:52 AM
"Cerie, it's time" was the last thing she ever remembered after waking up. It was always the same, the dream she had been trying to escape from, for months now. The only thing that ever changed was the scenery around her - when she did finally open her eyes. She was not in control and she knew it, compelled by some force greater than herself. Try as hard as she had to initially convince herself otherwise. Cerulean could not stop it, could not explain it, and as time passed ... she had grown to hate "it". With all that also came her growing, reluctant acceptance.
The morning sky seemed unnaturally bright as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up. The sand beneath her was too warm to be comfortable any longer anyway. It was time to get moving. Maybe she could make it to the coast and catch a raft to Jhali before being completely cooked in her saddle. Her bright blues eyes gazed hard all around as she stood up and stretched. Who, in whatever supernatural hell, had created this barren, sun scortched earth, Cerie thought - not for the first time since she landed on Rubaiyat, to herself. Heat waves off dunes and the occassional hazy cacti were the only things visable in the endless sand. Halfheartedly she smirked to herself.
After a quick breakfast, bread and apples for her and her horse, washed down by a couple gulps of stale tasting water, Cerulean saddled up and was on the move again. It could have been smarter to move by night, much cooler in any case, but also much more dangerous she felt. Just keeping moving East and get to the coast was her plan. And maybe, just maybe this was the day she would finally gain some insight to what it was time for. She was not about to give up hope. Not yet.
The morning sky seemed unnaturally bright as she slowly opened her eyes and sat up. The sand beneath her was too warm to be comfortable any longer anyway. It was time to get moving. Maybe she could make it to the coast and catch a raft to Jhali before being completely cooked in her saddle. Her bright blues eyes gazed hard all around as she stood up and stretched. Who, in whatever supernatural hell, had created this barren, sun scortched earth, Cerie thought - not for the first time since she landed on Rubaiyat, to herself. Heat waves off dunes and the occassional hazy cacti were the only things visable in the endless sand. Halfheartedly she smirked to herself.
After a quick breakfast, bread and apples for her and her horse, washed down by a couple gulps of stale tasting water, Cerulean saddled up and was on the move again. It could have been smarter to move by night, much cooler in any case, but also much more dangerous she felt. Just keeping moving East and get to the coast was her plan. And maybe, just maybe this was the day she would finally gain some insight to what it was time for. She was not about to give up hope. Not yet.