The stench of sickness slowly filled the filly’s nose. Snorting, she shook her head, her ears flicking back and forth as she tried to figure out where the hurt horse was. Surely it was not a place Quinta wanted to be since she was already vulnerable without adding to it. Yet she didn’t have much longer to wait when she was discovered by another. The soft greeting of the mare made a relieved sigh of breath blow from her nostrils and she reached out her muzzle to softly bump it against the mare which landed close to El Aran’s chest. It allowed the mare’s scent to creep into her nostrils in which carried plenty of the sands and winds that was closing in around them.


“The Desert?” Quinta questioned but didn’t hesitate on following this El Aran. Placing her muzzle close to the mare’s hip in which she bumped her every other step, the bay filly stayed close. If she was to be lost here once again, who was to say she wouldn’t end up like the other horse that’s whinny still rang in her black trimmed ears. “Why aren’t we helping that injured horse?” she asked quietly, not wanting to offend this stranger who had claimed to be lead. Quinta had a soft heart despite being head strong but as of recently with her new blindness it seemed everything about her had changed. Such a traumatic event and then the loss of her sister, it had definitely left her subdued.


“Sorry for my brief moment of forgetfulness. My name is Quinta, I am the daughter of Reisis and Tauska”