For the second time in twenty-four hours Wendy was sucking in sea water, it had been a long process with Vacco, but finally her murky hooves skidded against the sand beneath the waves. It was an overwhelming feeling and suddenly her muscles were fatigued, as if the adrenaline had been unplugged from its port. At long last the trio had found paradise, and to Wendy it surely was. She’d missed the first sunset but there would be many more that painted the sky, for now she just wanted to see the inside of her long lashed eyelids but she was still bewildered and so curious of everything that had happened.

The marathon was almost over, from the original evening to this next morning. Stepping onto solid ground Wendy looked over at the mare known as Dreadbite and over to the new found leader Vacco. The beach and the sand was more than anything Wendy would have imagined. The land was humid but nothing could detour the palomino and white from the relief she felt, now that she’d been drug all over these forsaken islands. Here the jungle was loud and vibrant, something exotic Wendy had never laid her eyes on before. She tries to contain her excitement but her eyes are alight and wondrous. Sleep could wait again couldn’t it?

”We’re here right? We made it?”

wendy // paint horse // 3 // mare // palomino overo ee/Aa/nCr/nO // 14.3 hands // No Home// No Rank // Jen