Crystal Horses
There was not a chance in Nymerian Hell that they weren’t getting on those galloping stallions, thought Ryker. Not a chance in Nymerian Hell.
The Nomads stand upon a vast square trail, hoof prints littering the dusty black track before them with an ire of mischief and adventure.
The horses racing each other in front of the Nomads are unlike any creature any of them had ever witnessed. They were horses, sure, but they were beasts of differing crystalized shiel — sparkling with the color of different gemstones.
Sunny, warm opal. Deep, regal amethyst. Mesmerizing, fabulous sapphire. Revitalizing, emerald green. Dazzling pink-diamond.
They dance around each other playfully, bumping and justling with cheek — jesting and teasing one another to be more playful than the next.
The Nomads look at the horses longingly. They have been walking so much recently that it would do them a world of good to give their feet a rest — and the horses before them seem like the proper solution to the Nomad’s painful problem.
Possibly thinking of this himself, one of The Six Nomads dashes forward, his feet skipping over the mesh of dust and dirt. He catapults himself upon the emerald-green horses and proclaims an unintelligible scream, holding on for dear life as the horse bucks about — trying to knock him off. Another of The Six takes this as a cry of permission, striding likewise and vaulting on top of a different horse. This Nomad begins to fall; however, his back foot is missing the mark on the horse’s back, and his body shifts in an antiquated pirouette. Though fortune has favored the bold, it seems, and one of the jestful horses, also of the pink diamond variety, bounds aside him so that his falling foot is planted firmly on the horse’s back. His horse jumping has resulted in a great achievement — not just the acquisition of one crystal horse, but two! He is standing tall on the two pink-diamond horses proudly, but he fails to acknowledge that he is facing the opposite direction to the motion of their quick strides…
The other Nomads ignore the sight of these apparent circus freaks, and each walk over calmly to the remaining horses. They pet them on their snouts softly, coaxing them until the horses pant a breath of calm trust. The Nomads each hop on, delighted, as the circusy Nomads cry out in dismay at the abysmal behavior of their horses.
In a congregation of neighing, the Nomads start to move swiftly down the square trail, unsure of what new adventure lies ahead in the daring land of Web3.
