She had never been this far beyond the desert before, and what a relief it was to see the life of the plains. With each breath of the wind, it sent a cascade of movement through the grass- bearing a startling resemblance to the ocean as it crested the random ridge here and there. The late summer sun was at its apex, lighting the pillowy clouds from above as they seemingly disappeared behind the hills in front of her just past the horizon. Yes, it was much easier to travel than having to fight sand in every step.
As she made her way up a particularly steep hillside, her intentions were to get a better view of the surrounding territory. And when she made it to the top, she was certainly not disappointed. From her vantage, she could see a herd of something off in the distance. Deer or antelope, she couldn't tell- nor did she have the desire or energy to waste in an attempt to bring one down herself. But what she was interested in, was the glittering surface of a creek that traced its way through the prairie haphazardly. It would provide a fantastic opportunity to rest, and replenish the leather flask she carried over her should like a satchel. Without further hesitance, the ashen fae moved to cross the remaining threshold between herself and the edge of the spring.
When she arrived at the bank of the stream, she removed her pouch and lightly tossed it aside to be dealt with momentarily. For now, she couldn't imagine anything better than getting her drink from the source.
