Shy was quick to follow the curly-hair stallion, Volk, he'd claimed his name to be; before she changed her mind about following him. She rolled the name around on her tongue, tasting it. It was an odd name, blunt on her tongue. An odd name to suit the bizarre stallion Shy now called her leader. 'What have I gotten myself into?' Shyla thought to herself with a shake of her head and a snort. Was she even sure if this is what she really wanted? Once again, that little voice spoke, yes. So for now, Shy would settle with this existence.

Suddenly as the footing changes from snow to grains of sand. The roan is snapped back into reality. Sand. Shy can't help the grin that leaks onto her lips. Shyla had wondered previously why the stallion smelled so strongly of sand, of the desert. Now she knew why. 'Home.' Shyla thought to herself, the first two years of her life came rushing back as the desert she now called her home flooded her senses. Shy had been bred for the desert, as had all her ancestors. The sounds the duo's hooves made as they journeyed was like music, the dunes that went on for ages sparked a glow in her bright eyes and the heat. 'Oh yes the heat!' the roan mare thought to herself, she already felt the cold leaving her aching bones. How she'd missed that.

Shy could no longer contain herself.

The roan mare took off with a kick of her heels and squeal. She bumped into Volk on the way by, her chest bumping into his side while her muzzle gently brushed his cheek. Her bright blue sparkling eyes caught his for a brief moment as she left his vicinity. Shy couldn't believe how wonderful, how familiar the sand felt to her. She picked up a moderate gallop, scared that she'd lose Volk completely. His curly haired frame had without a doubt not been breed for this kind of environment, much unlike Shy herself. Her nostrils flared as she pulled in the familiar scent of the desert. Shy glanced back at her leader, a wry smile on her red lips, her eyes alight with mischief, "Coming, Volk?" Shy's low voice is laced with childlike excitement. She gives yet another kick of her heels and carries on her way. Casting the occasional glance back.


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