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
his horse
choirboy
I am a choirboy who performs for the king. I make sure to respect my parents for the sacrifice they have made. I make sure to pray to God every night.
We are almost there now horse. Soon we will be performing for the King! And what a wonderful performance it will be! I think it will be. Here, have some candy - I think you deserve it after such a long journey.  Oh thank you, you are ever so kind to me! I would be no where without help horse, of course you are deserving of my kindness.  And you are my favourite human!  I love you so. Thank you. Its getting cold in this tent, I ought to fuel the fire with some wood.  Yes, it has been a rather chilly march. Our struggle will not be wasted when the King sees our performance.  Which act will you choose to perform?  The performance must be special! I will first sing the Hymn of his Holiness and then perform Nightmare of the Horse with you.  Oh my, that does sound exciting!  Please, tell me more!