The Lost Islands
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it started out as a feeling

Beschea

It had been a long time since he’d been back. Grai shook off the water on his coat, glad that he had arrived in the late afternoon. He looked around the sandy isle, it was just like he remembered. He used to set around the Dunes without a care. He still did not have a care, but he was here to see if his dam was still. He would rather go anywhere else on the islands and probably would. First, though, he had to know whether or not she was still alive.

He had no doubt that she was. After all, his mother had been the one to teach him and his brother how to survive in the harshest of climates. Vesti, though, was quite insane. Grai had known that for many years. She had named him after the voice in her own mind. Part of him was always afraid he may one day also begin to hear those voices. That day might come, but it was not today. Instead, he would focus on finding other equines and maybe word on her.

Grai took another look at the sun and set off towards the familiar oasis. His coat would dry soon. So he’d best make the most of the time he had while he would be cool. The chestnut knew well enough that there may not be anyone still here. He wouldn’t stay - it was too hot and too much risk. Cobras and vultures were a bit more reliable in this land than equines. He only needed to ask his question then be on his way.

If his mother was alive, she would be on this island. She was too afraid of the sea anyway.
GRAI
stallion. mixed. chestnut. 15.2hh. four. badr x vesti.
played by blushie
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