“Which way?” the lone girl asked, her voice hollow with dryness. In response, Valve pointed her nose toward the coastline.

“Back the way you came,” she told her with no sympathy in her tone. The desert was no place for those who did not have the constitution for its harshness. This mare had nothing distinctive about her shape; no advantages to allow her survival long term in this sort of environment. Her bone was of average thickness, her coat dull, and her face offered nothing distinguishing other than the milky-whiteness of blindness in one eye. Valve snorted in annoyance. She might not have noticed if the girl didn’t try to hide it as blatantly as she had.

See, Valve thought. You know you are defective. Acıklı.

The Akhal-Teke mare was tired of these mutts. They were numerous and oblivious to how offensive their presence really was. Now that the Dunes were hers, she intended to exercise what power she had to keep this sort of impurity away from here.

“How did you find this place?” Valve added, suddenly deciding it was of value to know why this half-blind girl had come here. Was it an accident, or something more?

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