Dahozhoni Meadow Wirbelwind

The river was more of a stream, Frolic noted as they approached. Aside from the plethora of colors at first glance, the youngster was feeling kind of disappointed by this expedition so far. She arched a skeptical eyebrow as she toed the waterline and bent down to take a drink of cool water with a strong coppery tang.

If you say so, she replied dubiously to Ceridwen’s suggestion, wiping a black foreleg across her dripping mouth as she straightened. Do you think anyone lives around here? Frolic asked in the next breath.

Her bright eyes scanned the desert horizon and she swore she saw a tumbleweed blow past in the distance.

I figured we can fade here, since it segues perfectly into our next thread? :)