everything about this place felt foreign... the desert sand swirling at her hooves in the hot wind and the dust that seemed almost tangible in the air was a reminder that she wasn’t home. and the reminder that this wasn’t home was no less a reminder that she, in fact, had no home to begin with. she was nothing more than some nomad spirit, wandering the earth not really sure of what it was searching for, or if it even truly wanted to find it. she was lost in all casual senses of the word...

her mind was stuck in a night nearly two years ago, reliving the chaos again and again searching for some meaning in a name that might be useless. and if she were to find the owner of that name what would it bring her? family? something that seemed useless now. she had no need for a chiding mother or father or the friendship and support of siblings. she had questions, about who she was, where she came from, but was deeply doubtful that they would make a difference in her life. she was, after all, a daughter of writhe, once the most indifferent and apathetic creature to walk on the shores of the lost islands.

but, she reminded herself, she had come all this way for something. if answers were all she had to gain, so to speak, by this endeavor then she would seek them. so that was what she was looking for as she surveyed the harsh, dry and truly desolate landscape of the desert. at first she saw nothing. everything and nothing all at once. with a hawk like persistence she poured over each wave of sand in an attempt find some familiar thing that might lead her in the direction her memory insist she follow. disgust and disappointment that she had come for nothing nearly made her turn back to the sea but a second glance revealed a small amount of motion in the distance. a soft golden body, laced with black seemed to have spotted her and was making an approach. if she had been still before, now her pale body was frozen. as she watched the figure approach, waves of heat distorting her vision, she began to feel some anxiety welling up coldly in the pit of her empty stomach. She could feel her body become rigid, stiffening defensively both in a mental manner as well as physical. As she searched his features, realizing as the creature came close enough to distinguish that it was in fact a he, she could find nothing familiar except a faint flash of the unmoving body that rainy night and his similarity in color. her expression became flustered, nearly angry when she saw the confusion in his demeanor. she was the one that was lost, alone, and homeless.

deep in her chest, beneath the silky pale layer of fur and flesh, her heart beat haphazardly, carelessly almost here and there. her velvety pink nostrils sucked in air nervously as she stood statue-like before the strange character. the breeze tossed her mane gently, stirring the russet strands that unbeknownst to her had been gifted by inheritance from her father. his voice, though soft, seemed to stop the world from spinning. she looked like someone? her mother? her father? a sister perhaps? blood seemed to throb through her ears and blind her, leaving her vulnerable for what felt like the first time since her tiny frail body washed up on the sand of a land across the sea. finally, after what seemed like minutes, though probably only awkward seconds, she felt the lurch of words stumble from her lips, with a voice and manner of speaking quite similar to her mother.

it seems that we have not met, however, your countenance suggests that you may indeed know me. i am woe.