I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
As the pair began their trek from the edge of the Dunes and into the neighboring territory, the palomino mare was determined to keep up the brisk pace that Valve had set. The terrain was wide and flat, far easier to scale than the rise and fall of the soft sand in the Dunes. But not long into their short journey, it became rather apparent that Evaline, though stronger than she'd been in months, perhaps had gotten ahead of herself in deciding to join Valve on this long walk. The mare's pink nostrils flared with ever stride, and even in the cooler months of autumn, her coat was damp with sweat along her neck, chest and in between her legs. Nevertheless, she kept up as best she could, her chiseled head bobbing furiously with every brisk step she took by her slender and short legs.
Evaline was eager to see her daughter. She had hoped to look a little better, and perhaps not be so winded when she did so, but Evaline knew no matter what that she wouldn't be able to stifle the shock Vita Nova would likely experience when she first saw her. The mangled ear coupled with the fresh pink scars on her pelt, it seemed, would forever be what others remembered her by from now on.
When Valve stopped abruptly, Evaline was silently relieved to obey her words. Her nostrils flared as she sucked in the humid air, each passing breathe not enough to satisfy the thirst for more. Evaline flicked her tail over her haunches as she too scanned the otherwise desolate surroundings. She saw no one, but caught the scent too in the breeze.
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl |