Idelle wanted to sigh in relief and say thank you, because that was only polite, but it was the tone of the slender black mare which kept her from doing so. Though mostly uneducated in the form of speaking with strangers, Idelle knew enough to know when someone was obviously irate and, though she didn’t know why, she knew this mare did not like her. In the face of survival, that didn’t matter. She decided it was more important to be shown where she might get a drink of cool water and momentary reprieve from the desert than it was to make a friend.

Even if she was confused as to why the mare appeared so irritated with her presence.

Maybe these islands were not like Crossing Isle? Maybe many horses didn’t roam about, surviving as best they could here? Was this slender black mare alone on this island?

Idelle had so many questions but she was too afraid to ask. She had turned her gaze toward the west when the black mare offered to escort her. “Thank you.” She said, but quiet, as though she couldn’t help but show gratitude for the mare consenting to her plea but she didn’t want to make something large of it.

Curiosity, however, was a fickle thing. The more they walked along the dunes the greater Idelle’s grew. Many thoughts and questions slipped in and out of her mind that, when she opened her mouth and spoke, it took her a moment to realize she’d said anything out loud. “Do you live here alone?”

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