Learning a living

Following the strongest pull, I rode to a hidden oasis in the middle of the vast expanse of endless sands. The place was thick with the cloying moisture from the flowing spring, and I could smell - nay, feel - the air from the plants surrounding the body of water.
 
Here we dismounted and began to feed. The life energy of this area was burdensome, as unaccustomed to such large amounts of it I am.
 
And then I remembered. At least I feel that's what I can call it. I saw an image of my older home, nothing but the bare figments of light that danced around the endless colorless blur. And yet, I remember seeing every color, all colliding with each other in bright ribbons. It was a sort of brightness that muted itself with the inconsistence, playing in vibrations in the image I could see.
 
And then I looked past the image and saw the oasis as if that single design was pulling in just enough quantities of light to survive. Blues and warm oranges with just a touch of green and violet, winding itself into smaller and smaller lines from the infinite flood it originated from and weaving itself into every grain of sand below it.
 
My face felt wet. I suppose the vessel remembers something I do not. But a word I had seen in one of the mage's books flashed before me.
 
"Beauty."
 
And I could not disagree.
 
I shook just slightly as the realization took hold. I was learning as I attuned further to this land. I was getting closer to earning my place here.
 
I took a deep breath of the smell once more, allowing the senses to witness the experience. I had to take it in slowly, so much of it at once felt like submerging rather than immersing.
 
What I felt will be a treasured memory.