too hot to care

he got lost on which route led to where. coming back from the prominence, zeph was on the way home to relay a message to medusa about it all. but how on earth did he get lost on the way? not sleeping in insomnia since they joined, he didn't have a clear idea of how to get there. so many lands squished in between, his nose was in for a ride. after half an hour of pacing, his nose to the ground, zephyros gave up for the time being- frustration seething off his form like sizzled oil. the blazing sun beamed on his dark piebald coat, his enormous body guiding him towards a pool he saw in the near distance now.
after some moments of trotting, the panting brute slowed himself to gather a much needed drink. exhausted, zeph sat and contemplated joining the water. evening, it was bound to get dark soon.


"talk" - "think"