A'idah
A promise is a cloud, rain is fulfillment
Ocean versus equine, a fight that this chestnut stained desert mare was not about to lose. With every hardened muscle within her body, she propels herself through the choppy waters. Her blonde mane clung desperately to her curved neck, as another wave crashed around her, a bit of panic rose in her chest. With each stroke it brought her nearer to the dot that she knew as Salem. At the forefront of her memory was the last unsuccessful swim that she had attempted, this swim was not the same. She was not the same, her brief stay on the crossing had changed her. This time she swam with a confidence only provided by the fact that she knew where she was heading, and the important information she had to share with Orhan.
Her heart quickens at the thought of Orhan. Honey colored eyes settle on the shoreline, a sigh escapes her dark lips. As her hooves touch the sandy bottom, she allows the ocean to heave her from its grasp. Shaky legs pull her from the surf, her breath exits her lungs in almost a wheeze. She had swallowed, and probably inhaled, more salty water than she had ever intended. Lifting her chiseled crown upwards, her honey eyes scan the horizon, she had only been in the Desert once before. Paper thin nostrils quiver as the breeze caresses her blonde kissed mane, its warmth enveloping her. As she tests the breeze a familiar scent floats in on it. Orhan!
Gathering her reserves of strength, she sets off at a ground-covering trot, (unknown to her she had swam ashore not far from where he had), she follows his scent westward. Hooves dig into the sand, it flies out from underneath of her weight. Stretching her crown to its utmost height, she travels in this fashion, desperately searching for the familiar buttermilk buckskin. As she ascends one of the nearby sand dunes, she halts at the crest, her crimson tail flagged out behind her. There, near the shore, a trio of horses, and one that she most definitely recognized. Leaping into action, she agilely descends the dune, breaking from her trot into a lope. Pricking her curved ears forward, she desperately tries to hear the words that were being spoken.
As she nears the trio, her speed decreases to a slow trot, her muzzle dipping to her chest, her eyes roll. Strategically she places herself behind Orhan, so that he is between her and the black mare Ana. Fear and anxiety consumed her, quietly she evaluates the situation. Honey eyes flick over the stallion in the sand, yet her gaze lingers on the face of the Teke in the sand, particularly his cloudy eyes. She was not afraid of him, she actually pitied the poor soul. Eyes wander towards the inky colored mare, unsure of how to react to the situation she found herself in. Raising her delicate crown upwards she gathers the courage for whatever event was about to unfold.
Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano | Egyptian | 14.2 hh