Solira: The Ocean: CLOSE TO THE SUN IN LONELY LANDS [ill]

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

Simon pulled himself from the suctioning darkness, his russet body alight with the fierceness of the dying sunset. The radiant red rays pierced through the forest like javelins, dappling the ground with sunspots. Simon observed the beauty with untold rapture before continuing his trek towards the newest Scholar in Solira.

Simon wasn’t much a social horse (it was not by choice but by profession, his scope was narrowed), but he always found pleasure in the occasional equine interaction. Ill was strange to him; not quite monstrous but he bordered on the vestige of beastly. Alien. To Simon, his nature was an intangible, neurotic substance. Much like the sea, Simon found Ill to be unpredictable -- and all in that brief second of interaction it was as if Simon had known him for years.

"Hello. I'm Simon." He ventured cautiously, curiously. He assessed the odd horse before him with warm dark brown eyes, his features slack but riddled with polite interest.

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CLOSE TO THE SUN IN LONELY LANDS
THE INFINITY x THE IMPETUS || AIR III EARTH III WATER I