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Breaking free of the water as it rolled up onto the shore, Yindy stepped away from its grasp as if she had been walking upon this beach her entire life. The trip, even though easy, had taken the little energy her undernourished body had left. Nares flared wide, her eyes drifted across the ever shifting dunes that lay before her. It was a waste land, the heat making the distance blurry as it radiated from the grains of earth. There was nothing but sand in any direction she looked aside from the salt water behind her, lacking food and shade anywhere she hoped to find it.


Turning her head back towards Pyrate she pinned her ears back at him, burying beneath the wet and dripping mane that clung to her damp neck. “This is nothing but a wasteland.” she growled at him, wondering why he would ever call a place like this home. Her eyes did not miss the happiness upon him, knowing it wasn’t right of her to take that away when he hadn’t done anything wrong to her. Instead he had been kind, upbeat, despite her agitated attitude.


Turning away from him she began to walk farther inland, hooves sinking into the sand and her breath beginning to huff from her at the hard drag upon her legs. It was hard terrain walking upon this deep shifting sand she was not used too that pulled at her legs. Yindy could feel a burning feel start in her legs that slowly worked its way up into her shoulders and hips as sweat began mixing with the water upon her neck. Yet the mare did not stop until she came to stand at the top of a dune, putting her high enough to see across the territory she had been taken too.


Rolling sand much like the sea lay before her, a place she had no memories of to haunt her. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.