Rosewater Oasis the unfathomable sand dunes

The soft perfume of spring clung to her coat, heavy with the scent of wildflowers and wet earth, a scent that did not belong to her; not truly. Shiruyeh stood for a moment beneath the vast, unbroken sky, her golden eyes tracing the horizon where green faded into a mirage of ochre dreams. The gentle murmur of the creek behind her sounded almost like a voice pleading her to stay, but she was a creature spun from harsher winds and deeper callings.
This was not her kingdom. With a final sweep of her gaze, passing over the lingering figures she would leave behind without regret, she turned her slender frame to the south, where the sun beat hotter and the air shimmered with the breath of distant deserts. Soft paws moved lightly over the sand, barely bending the blooms beneath her step, as if she were already fading into myth.
The Golden Sands of Hadramaveth awaited her: a forgotten realm, a waiting crown. A place where her name would not be whispered behind hands, but carved into stone. Without a word, without a backward glance, Shiruyeh left the fields to the dreamers and hunters alike, vanishing into the distance with the certainty of one who knew that her queendom did not lie in the softness of flowers, but in the unyielding heart of the desert.