It was midday when the sight of green on the horizon drew his attention. He hadn't been languishing for signs of life or anything like that, but it was a surprise to see, and brought a shine to his spirit all the same. After a few minutes of invested hiking as he slowed to a less eager speed, the man named Riddle saw the glassy surface of the water just beyond; he would've hollered had he not been so hungry.
It would be wise to pace himself. It wasn't some drought—and it wasn't as if he'd been starving or aggrieved in any way, despite the height of the yellow grass everywhere else and the occasional dust cloud. He'd take his time. He'd enjoy a sprawl first, then maybe a drink, and find some comfort in some shade, at least for a couple hours. Give him a moment to relax and consider his next path.
It would be wise to pace himself. It wasn't some drought—and it wasn't as if he'd been starving or aggrieved in any way, despite the height of the yellow grass everywhere else and the occasional dust cloud. He'd take his time. He'd enjoy a sprawl first, then maybe a drink, and find some comfort in some shade, at least for a couple hours. Give him a moment to relax and consider his next path.
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