Solira: The Ocean: I'm rather taken to Blue

"I don't think it's fighting."

The cool, soft voice of Huyana almost whispered the words into the salty air as the roan drew herself beside the stallion. Her eyes also fixated upon the burning sky, her lips pressed into a tight line of thought. She had seen him staring like a chicken drowning to the heavens, and had approached out of curiosity. His words caught her ears just as she approached, her footsteps a muffled fall of rain upon the cushioned sand. Huyana smiled then faintly.

"I think he's sad, to have to leave and rest for the night. He extends his arms as long as he can, falling as slowly as he can. His fire grows weaker as the earth hides him, and his spindly, firey arms writhe across the sky in this dimmer, pretty colors. Its a lovly tragedy every day. He parts with beauty so we will want him again in the morning, so that we will love him, as he loves this earth." Did I truly believe it? It's hard to say. It was a nice story, I had always liked stories. But there was little I believed it that was not directly before me, able to be poked by my velvet nose.

I lowered my head, my gaze shifting to the stallion at my side. My voice ran like water across polished stones. "Huyana, by the way. I hope I haven't interrupted your quiet time or anything, but you were staring into the sky and it looked so strange." I laughed faintly, shaking my head as the chimes died down.