It was strange you know, to return to the place you have spent so much time avoiding, but something or someone was calling her here. She knew who it was. Her last connection to her dead love, for her daughter and son were both gone from her side. One was alive, and the other presumed dead. She shook her red face, her tangled unkept forelock dangling over her guilt ridden eyes. The desert was her home now, at least she hoped it would be. It reminded her so much of the Dunes, where the stallion Badr had taken over. She trusted him with her home. Your old home, her mind corrected.
She moved silently across the sand, her step's almost of a newborn foal as she staggered her way toward the nearest oasis. Her throat felt dry, and he lip's feeling cracked. Maybe it was time to improve on her health, but she was always just so stubborn. If Razvan were here he'd be scolding her, and urging her to eat as if she were a baby. She gave a throaty laugh at that, and salty tears hovered in the corner of her eyes. No, she gave a firm shake. He want's this, for her to grieve until she moves on. She had more life in her, and she wasn't going to spend it wasting away.
She had quickly stumbled over the side of a sandy dune, and there her eyes fell upon the small pond of water. There she would rest, and wait. Canta would surely scent her out soon. She had no energy to call out. Folding herself upon the ground, she tucked her leg's into her rib showing belly and reached out to rest her muzzle into the cool water. It was reviving but Alexa would need a lot more than just water to keep up her energy.
Tucking her head in close, she closed her eyes, and thought of the scolding her old friend would probably give her. Funny how everyone scolds the poor lass, but she enjoys it. She just laughs and shrugs it off.
Alexa |