"Zaman sana uymazsa sen zamana uy."


As time passed, however slowly or quickly, Al-Hattaal could not seem to get used to the strangeness of this place. Having to swim to get from one mass of land to another was annoying on it’s own, and though he was getting better at it, he still disdained having to plunge into the cold, wet salty ocean every time he decided to further his search for his elusive sister. It was at least easy to keep track of where he had been and where he had not been.

His luck had not been too favorable thus far; the only semi-fortunate event that had happened since he left his homeland was meeting the lovely Akhal-Teke girl, Avangeline, who was seldom apart from him. He was getting used to her company, and he was beginning to spend extra moments watching her move over the land almost as gracefully as the women of his own breed often did. Most of all, Al-Hattaal was determined not to disappoint her. He could not bear the shame of another mare thinking ill of him, even an Akhal-Teke.

Today, his search brought him to the Inlet of Tinuvel, and as the jet-black stallion pulled himself from the surf, he took a deep breath of the cool air and found it quite refreshing. Flicking the water from his tail, he whinnied loudly to see if he was as alone as he seemed.