right where you are
03-18-2015, 07:20 PM
The desert after a good rain was an incredible difference to desert before a good rain. Faria had camped out the day before, soaking up the warm of the hot sun, and watching as the giant rainclouds looked like they might spill over the mountains that made this a desert. Eventually she would be rewarded for her patience with a flash flood, and she would struggle to get to high ground. To worried to sleep she wouldn't find rest until the storm was over (which was fast, where in the world had all the water come from?). Soaked by the end of the night the morning light would rouse her to a transformed world. She was tired but as her brilliant blue eyes blinked open she couldn't help but to make herself throw off the leeches of sleep. She swore all of the inhabitants of this desolated land were out, weird birds, skinny hares. Odd little canine looking creatures with gigantic ears and huge eyes. There was even a little family of them! How had they made it through the flood? She was amazed at these desert dwelling creatures. She knew she couldn't make it here. Still her attention would wander as she was drawn to the amazing flowers that had bloomed overnight. Colorful flowers were everywhere. Ria was pretty sure she was going to experience sensory overload if she didn't just sit down for a minute. She would do just that, right in line to watch the little fennec fox family play outside their muddy den. |