Faded, teal-hued eyes crack open and squint against the fading rays of the red sunset. The foliage looks so strange--broad-leafed in blues and greens, towering trees holding up the very sky with their gargantuan might. The soil is black, rich and fertile--smells of thick loam and decaying greens. The light is so bright to eyes that have not been unlidded in too long; pupils shrink until the black dots are lost in a sea of river-color.

Muscles that were once corded and thick flex experimentally, more sinew and withered strength than aught else--but the long-limbed Korat rises smoothly enough, massive tail strangely heavy behind her. Thick, dense fur has lost its gloss and shine, but the colors are still strong--deep coal-black streaked with greygold. A striped.

Cisekar is groggy from her long sleep and stumbles as she takes the first few steps towards the sound of running water, blindly seeking the liquid to wet her parched throat. She finds the stream and plunges her muzzle into the current, drinking deeply and heedlessly. The icy fluid freezes her throat and then chest as it passes through her, and she shivers.

'Finally waking up?' The voice is deep, thunder-like, but calm. The once-pretty striped lifts teal eyes to regard an impressive red Korat, all muscle and strong beauty... and nods slowly.

'I think so,' she answers wanly, straightening and then sweeping a low bow. The male snorts, then studies her with dusky indigo eyes and jerks his muzzle in a beckoning motion.

'Then let's go. You've work to do.'

So I do...

Cisekar follows the burgundy-furred male as he turns.