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Time passed and Yindy had been in the throes of sleep when the echoing sound of hoof steps upon rock penetrated her slumber. Not daring to open her eyes to the illusion of her shattered mind Yindy attempted to go back to sleep when the feminine voice of a mare sounds in her tilted ears. It called out to her but the palomino continued to ignore it until finally it touched her. Startled, Yindy’s eyes snapped open and her head jerked up from where her muzzle had rested upon her folded legs. Blinking into awareness she stared up at the red being and realized that the soul who had stood upon the ridge had not been a trick of her mind after all.


Not saying anything, Yindy scrambled up to her hooves and then stared speechless at the girl. How had she gotten here and why was she here? There was not a stallion and by the looks of her as Yindy’s eyes evaluated the girl, there was not a claiming mark upon her skin. It was a free little bird that had woken her, a warm spirit that was still filled with innocence by the light of her eyes. Pulling herself together, the woman stood up straighter and masked her face so that she no longer stared openly at the stranger like she was some sort of ghost.


“What do you want girl?” The words come out raspy, like the golden woman is some sort of old hateful nag. Yindy had not meant to sound so harsh but it had been awhile since she had used her voice. “Don’t you know it is rude to wake someone sleeping?” Her voice is a little clearer and not so hateful now as she tried again.