the cobalt runner

In a place known for being loud and clouded with a minor sandstorm, it was clear, quiet and peaceful today along the border where the desert and the ruins of the city met. Xun was sprinting along this border from atop a wall of sorts, before dropping down onto the desert side and pacing alongside it.

Though their afternoon wander came to a halt as they spotted something… black. Not too far off. Close, if anything. Being cloaked in blue, it was a little hypocritical to say that this black wayfarer stood out like a sore thumb. They sat still, quiet… quiet enough to hear a pebble drop… Though, that’s just what happened as a fist-sized stone fell from the side of the wall and clattered loudly against some other such stones.