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Posted on August 21, 2021 at 03:08:14 AM by Corona
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The moment she smelled another horse approaching, Corona turned her sharp gaze on the painted mare, raising her head in challenge as she pricked her ears. The mare didn't look hostile or pushy, but she was taking no chances. She did want a new home, but she would fight tooth and hoof if need be if anyone tried to force her. Yet something told her the mare was going out of her way to let her know she meant no harm. The mare was much taller than her but had a sweet disposition. It could all be a trick, but Corona usually prided herself on seeing right through the masks other horses put up and she didn't see deciet on this female's pretty features. Instead, she only saw steadfast curiosity. The smile that curved the Marwari's lips made her instantly homesick as she thought about her friends back in the Dunes. The mare's voice floated to her with concern, asking what was on her mind. Corona's ears pricked as she turned to face the other female, her tail lifted as if ready to run, but when wasn't she? The mare gave her name as Enya and asked if she'd ever been somewhere called Atlantis and Corona shook her head, eyes wide with curiosity and more than a little wariness. "I am Corona, and no, I haven't been to that place. I've only ever lived on Salem since I first came to these islands. I thought I would live there forever....." Her voice trailed off with a debilitating sadness before she refocused on what she needed to do. Shaking her head of the dark thoughts, she focused on the mare again. "There's been too much change, too much instability. I've lost friends." Her gaze went to the ground for a moment as she pictured Sidika's lovely face. Blinking back emotions, she looked back up at Enya. "I need change, too. Is it too terribly cold in Atlantis?" She glanced back over her shoulder as she asked it, as if she needed to point out the hot Arab blood that ran through her veins and the short yearlong coat that came with it. She might freeze to death if she went anywhere that got snow. Waiting for the mare's answer, she glanced toward the ocean and sighed before pawing the ground with impatience. "I think I'd like to see your home. If you'd take me, that is. I don't know where anything is around here." Corona_mare_7yo_Arabian mutt_14hh_dapple grey coat (black base)_white mane & tail_brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Dunes photo by Olga_i@Shutterstock |
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