At first Kimber does not stir. Only the small rise and fall of her flank shows the life still clinging onto her painted body. But the longer he cleans her, bringing warmth to her body and touching her face, does the girl finally rouse. Blinking open her blurry eyes, at first she doesn’t really know where she was. Everything was a golden color except the red blurb above her.


“Wha…?”


Her voice didn’t even sound like her own, and her throat hurt from being dry and lined with salt from what she had swallowed. It instantly made a cough constrict her chest, the sound rattling through her body. When it finally passed, her nares flared for air as her flanks heaved. Blinking a few times again, she was able to bring things more into focus to see where she was, was completely different from where she was from. This wasn’t Salem, that was for sure. All the green and gold, it was so pretty! Looking up again, she realized it was a red colt leaned over her, close to the same age.


Realizing how goofy she must look, Kimber quickly scrambled up onto her wobbly legs. It took her a few steps to steady herself, but then drew herself to try not to seem so weak. Sand still clung to her side, mane and tail, but she did her best to look dignified. “Who are you?” she croaked out. “And where am I?”