The grit of the desert clung to her drying coat, her mane in wild clumps along her nape. Tiny veins of what remained of the ocean trickled, hurriedly, down her side. Heaving from her run, she stood beneath heat of the midday sun slowly growing more uncomfortable beneath it's heavy gaze. Kasabian's touch was like the fresh fallen snow running down her spine; electrifying. Shazam smiled, her eyes quick to find his as he spoke of mountains and the home of fishes and all of these glorious things. Why had she not thought of that? That made much more sense. Shazam was beginning to wonder if Kasabian knew everything? Her eyes widened slightly – a bit too enthralled – with this thought. She was so captivated by the thought, in fact, that she almost missed his challenge her to a race!

Almost.

“ Yeah. That's where you lloOOOossee! “, came her teasing tones as she eyeballed the great dune. Shazam did not really care to go, not because she didn't want to race Kasabian but because she was becoming more and more aware of the annoying heat. He would win for sure! It was just as she was trying to find a good way to say this to Kasabian when the other appeared. If Shazam had caught the faintest scent of her beforehand she must have not noticed. Besides, there were already so many new sights and smells in a new place; her mind had been running a mile a minute. She would blame the heat which she was already growing to hate for her lack of focus. She spoke to her Kasabian of enemies not being seen from the tops of dunes.

That's right. Her Kasabian.

Shazam's ears flickered back and forth, unsure and slightly uneasy about the mare. She started to take what was said as a threat but perhaps part of Shazam wanted to take it that way. The sorrel stranger did not seem hostile – yet- and despite her new found tinge of jealously ( and possible slight possessiveness ) she loved meeting others and was ever curious. So it wasn't but a moments hesitation before Shazam had to yet again satisfy the itch of her bones and moved toward the mare. She stopped probably a yard or so from her, closing their distance. Shazam looked at the sky and back at her,” So that must mean we are in good company then? Here's to being hopeful.