Ahh, if anyone needed a break, surely Aerona counted as a nominee, having just traveled back from the hot, dreadful, exhaust-filled desert. Lifting a hand, she quickly pushed it through her black hair, the strands starting to become annoyingly frizzy and stick around every which way from the humidity and heat. Beads after beads of sweat trickled down her face, neck, and bare female torso, making her tanned skin glisten against the setting sun's bright and damaging rays.
As soon as she came across a tree, Aerona quickly trotted over and carefully knelt down underneath it, her long, yellow, dirt-crusted fingernails pushing through her har, the gray strands now a little more difficult to point out. However, they were still there, and if you were not going by the colour of her hair, her age was obvious on her face, the bone structure not very attractive, but fierce and harsh, as if like a brute's. Her eyes were a pretty misty gray colour, however, so they were a nice touch to her otherwise unamiable facade.
A heavy sigh escaped her slightly parched lips, her pink tongue briskly darting out to slicken them with her own saliva before slipping her tongue back inside of her mouth, her eyes closing and her body leaning just slightly to lean against the sturdy trunk of the strong tree beside her. As she rested and relaxed, beginning to cooperate slowly, Aerona thanked the land for sparing her and for the tree she now rested underneath. She gave thanks for the wonderful coolness of the shade the tree offered, and of the tree's strength itself, for it could have easily been a weak tree and could never have supported her weight, she being half horse, after-all.
All of these thanks were given mentally, and once she was finished, she reopened her eyes and gazed about at the beautiful land she still lived upon after so many years of seeing so much. She did not like to think of herself as "old", but as a creature who has been lucky enough to see as many things as she had, to experience and learn from from everything, whether it had been a mistake or a virtue. She was thankful for it all, and as she knelt there, savouring the givingness of her Goddess of the land, Aerona knew she could not dwell in sin at any moment, for she had not done anything sinful in her eyes. If there was ever something she had done that was wrong, she knew she had been forgiven, and if she had not been forgiven then, she would be forgiven soon enough, when she knew her days would unfortunately end.
So were the thoughts of the lone, female centaur as she rested beneath the lone tree, her hair and tail billowing in the soft breeze whenever it decided to play with the coarse strands. The pointed ears that poked from the locks atop her head stayed well attentive of her surroundings, her rough hands gently grazing the wood of her shortbow, ready to nock an arrow if some creature approached with a threatening demeanor and intention.