And I never wanted anything from you
Despite Deepfrost holding Caido, the desert was still thick with heat. The desert stretched pale and endless beneath the afternoon sun, broken only by the bones. They rose from the sand in impossible shapes and sizes, vast ribcages arching overhead like the remains of forgotten cathedrals. Some skulls were so large she could have ridden straight through their hollow eye sockets without ducking.
Wren guided Burger (well, he guided her, really) carefully through the Boneyard, one hand resting on the reins while the other steadied the pack of supplies strapped behind her saddle. She wore lightweight clothes from her wardrobe built from trading with Hak Etme natives, digging through Colt's stuff that made it through the fire, and a smattering of the belongings she had in King's End. Today was a long-sleeved linen shirt beneath a weathered leather vest, with durable enough pants for riding tucked into worn boots. A light scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face, while a wide-brimmed hat shielded her eyes from the glare reflecting off sand and bone alike.
Burger seemed entirely unbothered by the shifting sands and scattered bones. His hooves found stable footing without hesitation, navigating the uneven terrain with the footing of something ancient. With him, Wren sometimes felt as though he had crossed deserts like this a hundred times before, carrying the confidence of a creature that had lived a thousand lifetimes and forgotten none of them, despite knowing he had been born and raised on Colt's ranch in King's End. It was just his steadfast ways that amazed her, even now in this place that was so different than anything he knew before -- and so different than anything she knew.
Open to anyone! Timeline wise this is happening at near the same time as the KQ
Wren guided Burger (well, he guided her, really) carefully through the Boneyard, one hand resting on the reins while the other steadied the pack of supplies strapped behind her saddle. She wore lightweight clothes from her wardrobe built from trading with Hak Etme natives, digging through Colt's stuff that made it through the fire, and a smattering of the belongings she had in King's End. Today was a long-sleeved linen shirt beneath a weathered leather vest, with durable enough pants for riding tucked into worn boots. A light scarf wrapped around her neck and lower face, while a wide-brimmed hat shielded her eyes from the glare reflecting off sand and bone alike.
Burger seemed entirely unbothered by the shifting sands and scattered bones. His hooves found stable footing without hesitation, navigating the uneven terrain with the footing of something ancient. With him, Wren sometimes felt as though he had crossed deserts like this a hundred times before, carrying the confidence of a creature that had lived a thousand lifetimes and forgotten none of them, despite knowing he had been born and raised on Colt's ranch in King's End. It was just his steadfast ways that amazed her, even now in this place that was so different than anything he knew before -- and so different than anything she knew.
Open to anyone! Timeline wise this is happening at near the same time as the KQ
Wren
Except everything you had and what was left after that too
