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
an evil witch
I am wicked. Green a lot of the time. I ride brooms, know magic ,and eat children!
Ahhh horse, aren't you glad I gave you the ability to talk so that we can keep each other company on long journeys just like this? Evil Witch I am blessed that you can speak to me. So many can't, including my owner the man. He won't be your owner for much longer, as I shall take you for myself before too long!  I will do as you say witch. I can run very fast if you need Here, take this and you can use it to freeze your owner in place while we run away!  I cannot harm my previous master Perhaps you can fly away with me instead then? I would love that.  You and I will have excellent adventures together, I can already tell! Take these, they will help conceal us Thank you! I think that this might help too! It's an invisibility cloak!  Lets leave this tent!