“Oh.” Her expression fell. She turned her head and glanced back the way she’d trudged, noticing the sand had filled in behind her steps, leaving only shallow grooves. Idelle only wanted a drink, one cool drink, and though she didn’t want to leave she didn’t have any reason to argue or stay. She was only sorrowful because she’d dreamed of adventure, of being met with smiled and new stories that would widen the very small, cramped view she currently had of the world. Instead her first venture from Crossing Isle was through a hot, seemingly endless stretch of sand and the first horse that crossed her path was less than welcoming.

“I only wanted to see what was beyond the sea,” she explained, turning in place but keeping mind to have the mare in her good line of sight at all times (though eventually she’d have to turn and cast the mare in shadows, she wasn’t ready to yet). Ears pointed, chin lifted as she looked up the dune, Idelle kept her head turned, blind spot pointed over her hind-end. “I won’t bother you;” she promised, “just one drink, at least, and I’ll be on my way.”

The thought of swimming the ocean as drained of energy as she was and with as dry a throat she had was so vastly unappealing. She hoped, even temporarily, this stranger would appeal to her and allow her to rest before Idelle left these strange, endless sands.

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demons born of past wrongs that hound and harrass him
one and a half year old filly. black. half-blind. sandman x cam