Shabby, torn fabric, stained by weeks of travel and bleached from the harsh sun. Long, thin sticks held the fabric up so it formed a triangle with the earth. The sticks were buried deep within the shifting orange sand to hold off the blistering wind.
Tent, Desert
the man sleeping inside.
his horse
I am a horse owned by a man. I run very fast. I have a sleek brown coat.
I want to stretch my legs for a while, but I must be silent, as I don't wish to wake the sleeping man My job keeps me entertaining the royalty for many hours a day. I love what I do even though I'm alway exhausted I see I've woken the man up... I suppose it can't be helped. We probably need to get back to travelling soon, we've been asleep for a long while. Oh my lovely steed, you should snuggle with me for awhile. I want to sleep for just awhile longer. I can't say no. What's the harm in taking some time to relax? We've been traveling for over sixteen hours a day to reach the main city in the Kingdom, we deserve a break. The festival isn't until tomorrow evening. I love the enjoyment of entertaining others.but today we sleep in my noble steed. I wonder if he's prepared his act for tomorrow's festival. He's always surprising me with his extravagant performances! Maybe I will put you in the act horse, you think the king would like it if I pulled a white horse out of my hat. Oh what a spectacle that would be! The city is a lot different than I imagined... I thought it would be luxurious and well kept, but so far I just see broken down tents and scattered debris... Is this really the state of the Kingdom? The king spends his money on entertainment, not on maintenence I guess. We will have to see if we can pull it off together horse, It would be the talk of the kingdom. But enough about that, I am really tierd.  I apologize, master. You must be exhausted. I'm sure the heat is making it difficult to get a good night's sleep. Let me try and find us some shade at least... Your a good horse, here is your ball my trusty steed zzzzz......