the highway won't dry your tears
The Suvahasi is a fever dream compared to the bleached desolation they’ve crawled through, but it's still one Vesper would quite like to wake up from. He picks his way forward with deliberate care, hooves muffled by moss and loam instead of bone-dry salt and cracking sand. It should be easier—cooler, shaded, rich with damp green underfoot—but the riot of plant life pressing in on all sides means it’s anything but. Every vine looks like a trap. Every bloom a test. Flowers breathe on the slightest stir of air, releasing curls of shimmering pollen that glitter like magic and promise a very bad time if disturbed.
His coat, still clinging to the salt and grime of the desert, blends awkwardly against the lush backdrop. His tail swishes once, heavy with sweat and humidity, as he pauses to consider a particularly overgrown patch ahead. One wrong step and they’ll be waltzing into whatever hallucination the Suvahasi’s flora wants to serve them. He snorts, ears twitching back toward Colt in a wordless warning to hang on.
They're better stocked now—blessedly. A merchant they crossed paths with had been Greatwood-bound and more than willing to trade extra water and rations in exchange for a few warnings about which not-quite-roads to avoid. Vesper hadn’t shifted back to talk. Colt had handled the details. He’d just stood nearby, still a horse, still sweat-soaked, while the trade happened around him like he was just part of the landscape.
His coat, still clinging to the salt and grime of the desert, blends awkwardly against the lush backdrop. His tail swishes once, heavy with sweat and humidity, as he pauses to consider a particularly overgrown patch ahead. One wrong step and they’ll be waltzing into whatever hallucination the Suvahasi’s flora wants to serve them. He snorts, ears twitching back toward Colt in a wordless warning to hang on.
They're better stocked now—blessedly. A merchant they crossed paths with had been Greatwood-bound and more than willing to trade extra water and rations in exchange for a few warnings about which not-quite-roads to avoid. Vesper hadn’t shifted back to talk. Colt had handled the details. He’d just stood nearby, still a horse, still sweat-soaked, while the trade happened around him like he was just part of the landscape.
the highway don't need you here
☆ has a pale star tattoo beneath his left eye, and freckle-sized constellations move across his skin
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
☽ hair changes from bleached blonde to brown
☆ telepathic: Sunlit Shadows | The user can read the surface thoughts and emotions of those within a 60ft radius. Control is excellent. Note: "Thoughts and emotions" include anything written in a character's narration in a post.
