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Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam

Vesti grunted as she stood up. That way? Well, whatever. If it wanted her dead it might as well say so. It would be easier on both of them. Come on now, do you really have to be like this? The voice in her head asked.

“Yes,” she snarled aloud. Her voice cracked. It was a harsh sound. But maybe it carried in the dune’s emptiness. A word to no one. It wasn’t the first time she’d argued aloud, but usually no one was around to hear. “I don’t hear you offering any suggestions.”

She planted one hoof in front of the other. Such a stubborn horse. She bit at bug and snorted at a vulture.

“I ain’t dead yet!” she screamed at the birds. “So go find yer dinner elsewhere!” She dropped her head again, forelock falling into her eyes, and set off in the most vague of “that ways”. She asks for help, and what does she get, oh it was going to treat her like a filly.

A direction. A vague one at that. What did it expect her to do? Ask “Oh please? I’m sorry I misread you. Please help me.” Vesti thought for a moment that this must be pride. A strange thought.
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{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]


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