no loves
▻ no children ◅
Her bold star on her brow catches the sun as brilliantly as her foreleg and hair - the mane and tail so pristine with the washing in the oasis. The Pink Man had said they could stay there, wait for the man her mother sought. "KESTREL!" she bleats, suddenly forgetting that he had said he would be back shortly, skittering into the shallows of the main oasis they generally took rest beside.
OF SALEM’S EASTERN DUNES
▻ three years - arabian - black with birdcatcher spots - 15.3 hh ◅