The desert. A long stretch of sand and cracked ground. Every now and then a little lizard scurries across the hot ground, or you see a plant clinging to life. A vulture occasionally lurks overhead, keeping it's eyes open for anything it may be able to feast on. It was a unique challenge and in it's own way, very interesting. There was something about the silence of a desert that always piqued Rune's interest and put him at ease. Something about being in the middle of something so void and yet still alive.
It wasn't a bad time of the year to travel through the desert, and this desert wasn't a long one - the specific stretch of land that Rune was traveling over didn't span much more than a couple hundred miles, so it wouldn't take too long to travel through. Plus Rune had researched it beforehand and at about the halfway mark, there was a small town where he could rest, much to his relief. He wondered what kind of people he would find in the town, or if there were other dragons, what kind of food they ate, and so on.
Rune's muzzle was turned slightly in a frown. It was often that he became sad or upset, he had a pretty good amount of control over his emotions. Although, he'd just left a new friend, which wasn't always easy. Oliver. He had spent a week in the place Oliver lived in and he and the other dragon seemed to have a lot in common, and they made good friends of each other in the short amount of time. But, Rune had quickly grown anxious to continue on his travels, as if there was a call, constantly beckoning him to move on. And so he did.
Now he stood, looking over the desert through shielded eyes. Slowly, he began moving forward, bracing himself for the tiring and yet nevertheless satisfying travels that stood ahead of him.
