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Just Some Old Flotsam and Jetsam [[any]]

She had become a thing of the night in the last season. There was nothing to it, it seemed. Slowly, the heat of the day had lost its interest and the night allowed for motion.

Vesti had seemed to adjust to the Dunes and the life of a desert mare. She had no winter coat - if anything her sorrel coat was lighter. She still held all her defined muscle and she no longer moved like she was a fish out of water. But her steps were labored now. She was pregnant. Whatever had possessed her to allow Badr to mount her, she now cursed.

I tried to warn you, The Voice shamed Vesti as she moved through the Oasis. She ate grass as she desired and drank as needed. It was sunset, which meant this was the "morning" routine. Vesti had been eating a lot - she just couldn't seem to get enough. She wondered if this was normal or if something was wrong with her. Don't ask me! I know about as much as you do! You are no help. If you won't be of help, then shut up. She snorted and the Voice and attempted to lock out the voice.

Which is decidedly hard to do when the person you are arguing with exists only in your head.

It was a constant struggle, but it didn't matter so much. Those who heard Vesti's side of the exchange would think the mare insane. And maybe she was. Vesti though seemed blissfully unaware that she was strange. She just continued with breakfast in the waning light.
html and character by blushie


{mare}[4]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{rainy ridge}[unknown heritage]{childless}[by blushie]


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