Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived.
The desire for a drink is overwhelming me, but I swallow hard against my fat tongue, the appendage feeling like nothing more than a stick of sandpaper against my mouth. My dried, whiskered lips crack open as I run my pink tongue against my blunt teeth, my gaze shifting from the sand at my feet to the flat vastness of this territory all around me. It's mesmerizing, somewhat. So foreign, but in a lot of ways, beautiful. I feel like I've been transplanted onto another planet.
When the buckskin stallion tells me to relax, I try to take him at his word. Everything about this trip has been uncomfortable. First, Kasabian. He has no idea that we're brothers, but I do. I wonder if he knows that mum is here -- that she lives on the islands again. I wonder if he cares. But then I get angry at myself, wondering why I care at all. Life has changed so much lately. I long for the lazy days and little responsibility I had in the Prairie. I guess technically I have more responsibility now in the Lagoon -- that is, after all part of why I'm here -- but everything is so strange. I'm not sure where I fit in.
I try to concentrate on the task at him, at the man whose been staring at me with bewilderment for so long. I smile weakly at him. "My name is Shamwari."
| Fresian Mutt | 15.3 | Chestnut | Evaline x Rook | Half-brother to Kasabian | Vinyl | Photo © kimerleecury |