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Myrika Tears · 03-18-2012, 06:03 AM

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Where the terrain before had been desolate and grim, here it was a barren and flat wasteland. Scrub grass, yellowed and still winter dead, was the only plant life to be seen. Not even saplings grew this far north, and the mountains looming up ahead were bald rock faces. The fire had struck with brisance here -- here was the heart of the fire's domain. Her turquoise eyes appraised all of this, and she remained mute, though her ears were tucked back into the mess of hair atop her head. She watched Ezekiel indicate to the raven their intent, and her eyes followed the flight of the raven, losing him some time later. It did not seem the same was the case for her cousin, however, for soon after he drew his horse to a faster pace. Myri followed suit, sparing a glance for Kaena every now and again. She seemed comfortable, though Myri could not say for certain -- her face always looked the same with its mess of scars.

As they carried onward, the pass became visible quite suddenly -- it was gone one moment, there the next. Myri saw it was a jagged sort of valley, with steep and rising walls on either side. She peered to the ground beneath her horse and saw it was bone-dry, but peering up and around, she saw the rise and fall of the earth, telltale signs of a river's delta. Was there a river here when you last lived here? The question was directed toward Kaena, who shook her head firmly. Their horses were slowing as they drew nearer to the entrance of the pass, and Myrika looked over it with curiosity.

No, it was always dry. Sandy, she said, shrugging. Myrika nodded and turned her gaze forward again. Perhaps it had dried up years before Kaena's time, even -- it was unfathomable to consider things so old, and she smiled faintly, though she glanced to the sides of the narrow gorge and the smile disappeared from her face. It seemed the mountain loomed all around them as they passed into the canyon. Kaena had spoken true -- the soil here was sandy, but rather than the pale sand Myri expected, it was nearly black. As the horses' hooves dug deep into the ground, Myri saw lighter sands a layer beneath the darkness -- perhaps the uppermost layer was simply charred that dark gray color.

Myrika is by Alaine!

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