The days feel longer here, where the sun barely kisses the shore and the waves hungrily eat the sand beneath her hooves. She is labored from her reckless journey and she struggles with every step. Fatigue lines the delicate contours of her alabaster face; the shadows appear deeper along the straight edge of her jaw and the hollows of her cheeks. They consume the brightness of her eyes; a once brilliant cerulean now appears faded and lackluster. she is a far cry from the beauty she had once claimed herself to be. seaweed clings to the tangles of her hair. salt slicks off the pink of her skin, now raw and blistered from the heat and the tumultuous passage through the ocean.
It is different from her homeland here, where the atmosphere is thick and heavy like she is still swimming in the salted water, fighting for air with every sucking breath. She drops down to her knees on the rough sand, scraping the already sore flesh, before dropping her head to rest on a pillow of seaweed. she doesn't close her eyes, but lets them lazily focus on the clouds passing overhead. she almost doesn't hear the other approach, but as they get closer she flicks an ear in their direction. she still doesn't move.
"...speech"
three. mare. arabian. dominant white. fourteen three hands.
of nowhere.