Posted on July 13, 2012 at 09:41:07 PM by Vesti
He agrees with me, the voice said smugly. Vesti choose not to give it a retort. Either of its… it-es… What is the plural of it? Them? No… She shook her head. She wouldn’t think about it now. Neither of the things were worth her saying anything. At least right now.
But apparently, he decided to go somewhere… Vesti figured she might as well follow the thing that ruled this Sea of Sand. Because, clearly, he wasn’t interested in watching her die. And let’s be honest, she was no where near dying. Not yet anyway.
She dropped her head, letting her mane dangle in front of her. What did it want from her? Why did it take her? She hadn’t wanted to leave. She liked the Ridge. She’d liked the rain and the thunder. She’d liked the ability to run whenever she wanted over hills. These dunes prevented much more than a lope. It gave out under her. And it was dry.
And hot.
It felt like being at Sea again. Only this time, she wasn’t kept her by lack of lands, or simple erosion. No. She was held because she needed him. And Vesti didn’t like needing anyone. She’d never needed anyone before and it was grating on her fragile nerves.
The oasis came into view. Vesti was torn between trying to bolt for it, and just staying calm and walking. Screw the vultures and the dark it that walked ahead of her. She entered into a lope and moved based the Sand King eager to drink and eat.
But apparently, he decided to go somewhere… Vesti figured she might as well follow the thing that ruled this Sea of Sand. Because, clearly, he wasn’t interested in watching her die. And let’s be honest, she was no where near dying. Not yet anyway.
She dropped her head, letting her mane dangle in front of her. What did it want from her? Why did it take her? She hadn’t wanted to leave. She liked the Ridge. She’d liked the rain and the thunder. She’d liked the ability to run whenever she wanted over hills. These dunes prevented much more than a lope. It gave out under her. And it was dry.
And hot.
It felt like being at Sea again. Only this time, she wasn’t kept her by lack of lands, or simple erosion. No. She was held because she needed him. And Vesti didn’t like needing anyone. She’d never needed anyone before and it was grating on her fragile nerves.
The oasis came into view. Vesti was torn between trying to bolt for it, and just staying calm and walking. Screw the vultures and the dark it that walked ahead of her. She entered into a lope and moved based the Sand King eager to drink and eat.
{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]
Replies:
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 14, 2012 at 08:41:50 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 20, 2012 at 11:50:43 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 25, 2012 at 03:26:22 PM
- x. - By badr July 31, 2012 at 06:33:28 AM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 25, 2012 at 03:26:22 PM
- Let there be fire. - By BADR July 22, 2012 at 07:53:27 PM
- Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam - By Vesti July 20, 2012 at 11:50:43 PM
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