Vesti

Vesti was not unsurprised by the materialization of the bay in front of her. She cocked her head for a moment, deciding if it was a mirage or real. She approached unafraid and bumped her nose against his chiseled face. So far, this was the best method she’d found for determining if the ghosts that approached were real. She had yet to meet one that didn’t disappear when brushed against it.

Sooner or later, it isn’t going to work, The voice offered. Besides, it’s night and we haven’t traveled that far… has to be real… That’s what you said last time. But he’s solid. Told you.

“Oh, good you’re real,” Vesti said. She looked him over. “Sorry about that. I’ve had a few too many mirages to trust every ghost that steps into my path. And no, I’m not going anywhere in particular. Can I have a drink?”

She waited patiently for permission.

He might not trust just anyone who wanders into his lands. Fine. What should I tell him? Start with a name? Why you’re here? Eh… why do you actually have to be practical from time to time. Because I’m smarter than you. Vesti snorted, her ears twitching. She didn’t respond to it.

“I used to live in the Dunes,” she said. “I haven’t cycled back this way in a while and I was curious as to whether it had gone the way of the Hills and Badlands and been abandoned. No one seems to stay in this place long.” Vesti was non-threatening. The sorrel was thirsty however. If he did insist on chasing her off, she looked over her mental map. She could reach the next waterhole without too much trouble. “I’m Vesti.”

Isn’t that a little much? It was your idea, remember? Be a little more careful. After all, doesn’t he sort of resemble El Aran’s description of an Akhal-Teke? Eh… maybe. She shook her head.

of course i was afraid but i wasn't going to let fear stop me

mare, seven, 15 hh, morgan x aqh, sorrel, the desert, unknown x unknown