m e n k h e t

the words of the first creature she had met upon her arrival to the islands echo in her ears. she remembers the meeting almost shamefully, disgraced that she had fallen so low into thick black sadness that had left complete strangers pitying her. still, the concern that her home may be in danger motivates her to be stronger. she had found herself again, not as a mother, but as a warrior, a keeper of her own private sanctuary and she wouldn’t not fall back down into despair easily. orhan, from the desert…

she doesn’t know whether he can help her, but only that she needs allies now more than ever…. she is constantly grateful for the friend she has in her neighbor shamwari, knowing that if he had pitted against her, she would be in a much bigger predicament, but she will travel far and wide if it means her forest will remain hers… despite the raging storms of winter that disturb the generally peaceful seas between the islands, she swims, fighting the turbulence and thrashing waves as best she can.

staggering from the shore up the sandy bank she shakes, dispelling the chilly water as quickly as she can. her head spins for a moment, dizzy with the energy it cost her, but she recovers and presses on after a brief pause. she is thinner now, having had a comfortable but lean winter in her home, but stronger than she had been the last time she had met the pale stallion. her body, marred with blemishes from the skirmish, marches away from the waves like an oiled machine. the days since the battle had blurred together, the time for rest would come when she could be reassured her home was safe, but for now she was on the move. she whinnies loudly, searching the sandy horizon for the one she came to speak to, hoping to find a friend in the stranger she remembered.

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