Desreal: Oceantree

It was not raining today and yet, it felt like it could with how heavy the wetness in the air was. Choke, now a part of the Element as far as water went, was drawn to the humidity and mugginess of the Glade the moment he felt the shift in the Element. As if one of it’s children were crying, perhaps not physically, but mentally.

Strange.

The black stallion felt his age as he rose from the dirtnap he had been taking, who knew how long the stallion had been laying down, but when he needed to get up he found himself crawling out of the ground rather than lifting himself off of it. Perhaps it had been the water’s doing, if you leave a wheat square in milk for too long, it too gets soggy, just like horses and ground when you throw them together with water.

Gradually his coat rewet itself and the dirt and grime was pushed out and off of his body, each step cleansing himself so that he was once again as black as night by the time his tall gaunt form swung the corner to meet a very disheveled Oceantree.

“Oh my.” His blind eyes widened slightly, the lurid mantis green of them brightening when he recognized the element first, then the scent. “If you keep crying, you’ll sink into the ground—then what will you do with yourself?” It was gently worded, Choke stepped to the side to let her past if that is where she wanted to go.

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