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The Lost Islands
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Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam

Vesti is a creature accustomed to solicitude - something this Sand Sea had in abundance. But that didn’t mean she enjoyed it. So, while this was hardly different than what she was used to, when he walked over she felt a little longing. She was lonely. In her core, the sorrel just wants to be safe. She wants to be secure. What she wants is to not have to worry that today is all there is - to be in one place for a long time.

In this Oasis she isn’t quite sure that she’ll be able to leave. Or be able to be taken. A creature of the desert she is not, but she’s used to being caged. Though, this is different. That becomes apparent when the chestnut with the light mane walks over towards her. He snaps at her - pointing out that there is nothing alive in this desert.

At the moment.

Vesti’s ears prick forward at the suggestion that there’s life in this place. But life when life shouldn’t be.

“No,” She admits, bored enough to strike conversation with anything other than the Voice. “I didn’t wonder where the animals were…” But now that he mentioned it - there wasn’t much life. She had just assumed that the dunes didn’t harbor any native creatures.
html and character by blushie; image by ahisgett @ flikr


{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]
[[OOC don't mind one bit.]]

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