Noe watched as the horse and rider grew nearer, the mount picking its way across the sand as though born to it. And maybe the horse was. Noe hadn't spent enough time in the desert yet to know what was native and what was a transplant. Maybe there were desert horses bred for the heat and the lack of water, just as there were those bred for the unforgiving cold and snow.
The young woman upon the horse's back was dressed for the desert, but it wasn't until she was closer that Noe could pick out details: auburn hair, hazel eyes, a face that looked a few years younger than the engineer. Certainly not someone she'd have expected to see way out here, but then again, she supposed that she cut quite the mysterious figure herself upon the sands.
"Alright," Noe said, satisfied once the stranger had answered. "Good. I just wanted to check." She tilted her head to one side, inspecting the horse again. "Pretty horse. What's it's name?"
The young woman upon the horse's back was dressed for the desert, but it wasn't until she was closer that Noe could pick out details: auburn hair, hazel eyes, a face that looked a few years younger than the engineer. Certainly not someone she'd have expected to see way out here, but then again, she supposed that she cut quite the mysterious figure herself upon the sands.
"Alright," Noe said, satisfied once the stranger had answered. "Good. I just wanted to check." She tilted her head to one side, inspecting the horse again. "Pretty horse. What's it's name?"
Noe
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
