So don't mind if I fall apart
There's more room in a
b r o k e n heart
The swim was pleasant if long. Not quite as long as her trip here, but still, this Salem was a distance from the Crossing Island she arrived on. She kept Canta in view as he knew the way and she did not. It was rather amusing to the champagne mustang that she would set off again so soon after arriving.
Yet she didn’t mind the company of the buckskin. In fact, she enjoyed him. He was polite - rouse or not. Carly was used to difficult stallions, the rude kind who felt it was their God-given right to lord. Coming from that harsh world, Canta’s demeanor was a pleasant change.
When they arrived, Carly wasn’t too shocked to find one problem. He had not mentioned that Salem was a dry land. It didn’t matter much to this mustang. She’d come from a desert herself. A deep steppe where rain was sparse and when it occurred it spelled disaster for the lands. She suspected that he held back on that information afraid that she might refuse to “visit” or follow him.
She couldn’t blame him.
“I won’t lie and say it is,” She said. She didn’t believe in lies.
“Since I didn’t expect to see something so similar to home out here. The Crossing Isle was pretty temperate. And you didn’t mention desert.” She looks at Canta.
“But it doesn’t look too bad.” She smiled.
She will be the first to admit she likes heat. She’s used to it. And her light coat blends well against the dry sand. The Crossing’s grasses had been much sweeter than the dry weeds she was used to eating. She gives herself a shake to get rid of excess water - though she realizes she probably could have used the extra moisture.
“So, how much of this lovely island is yours?” She asked, keeping her tone as light as her step as she comes further up the beach.
And if you can't take my heart and soul
T A K E it from me anyway
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