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With the sunset, Sterling was heading away from the oasis. There was still a lingering smell of pine about him, and it was quite pungent at night. The silver buckskin had not bothered to wash the smell of Andarin from him, even though he could, easier now with his element. But Sterling was unsure about using his element. Also the smell of pine was not bad to his nose. He didn’t smell like dog or fleas, or mountains, especially not the way that some of the fire warriors would say it. It didn’t bother the stallion and so he didn’t try remove it.
Hazel eyes are cast towards the sunset, relatively passive today, although the sands still flare their crimson, hissing with the last of the head. Sometimes Sterling thinks he’s moved from the shelter of the oasis too soon, when the sand gets like this. But he’s out now, to point in stopping. Especially, because he sees another stranger.
“’Lo there stranger. Who’re you?”
d r e a m i n g.
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