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Post by Michael Awbry on Oct 14, 2011 18:05:14 GMT -6
He had to admit, he never really liked deserts in the first place; they were dry and too hot and often held little to no life in them. He wondered often while at home and hearing stories about such things, however people and animals ever survived in this extreme climates in the first place. True, some animals were meant to survive in this harsh climates, 'least deserts go to wast because no life was inhabiting them in the first place. But the thing that made him the most curious was that people could survive in these harsh climates. He had lived in an area where heat, cold, and anything in between to become accustomed to after long years of living there and getting to know the ins and outs of it. However, one climate all year long, especially long heat, he could no bear to stand for even a moment.
What made him guess why humans could with stain to one of two reasons, both of which he could never choose from; one being adaptation and the likely hood of one getting used to it after many generations of one's family living there, or the fact that it was one's need to pertain to the harsh climates in order to make them stronger. The first one sounded almost animalistic; it was perhaps a genetic flaw or change that happened in the humans that happened upon here many generations ago, and now their great offspring were so accustomed to it that one step into an icy tundra would seem like hell. The second one sounded like himself; the need to grow stronger and to learn how to survive in even the harshest of climates. Maybe that that was why he was here; to learn about the desert and to become stronger.
He learned quickly that, when in a crowded place, to ride upon a horse and everyone would get out of your way. However, this was not a good idea; his usually trusty stallion was already exhausted from the heat, as was his owner and his dog companion. Traveling through the streets of the half paved town didn't make it any easier; the pavement was actually stone, and the rest that wasn't already covered with sand was fully engulfed in it. He was surprised that, with their light colored brick houses, that they could not afford better roading, however he was not the one to judge. After asking a few people for directions to the nearest Inn, he was on his way; a few people had said that there was a stable next door where he could board his horse for him for a low price, as well as water and feed it. At least it would be out of the sun, he thought.
After finding his way to said Inn, he managed to bargain with the owner to board his steed for the night for a lower price; that is, if he mucked it's stall himself and took care of it on his own as well. Which he didn't mind doing; he actually did with great pleasure. A short time after catering to his horse and putting in a stall where it could rest, Michael went wearily into the Inn and sat down at the nearest table to relax and try to dry off from all the sweat that had engulfed his body.
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