Gael was aimless. Unlike the black mare, he had little purpose. For a long time, he was simply muscle for hire and took opportunities when they seemed profitable enough. He sustained himself on the destiny of others, took their dreams and fortunes and turned them into something he could survive one.

It was sometimes a lonely life.

The stallion had grown used to the solitary nature of his chosen life path but even still, he desperately missed the little mare he met so many years ago on these isles. Sometimes she came to him like a ghost, floated around the edges of his mind and kept him awake at night – other times she just a voice in his ears.

The dunes are alive.

When the black mare ambles towards him, Gael stops. His long, sleek body shimmers in the sunlight. He tilts his head, one dark eye looking at the mare – she is not much different than him but he can see, in the depths of her eyes, she belongs in these dunes. The sand is part of her somehow, much like it is part of him.

Her obvious curiosity is a natural reaction and he slowly walks closer to her. Gael has been away for so long now, he wonders if anyone was still left who remembered the little bay. He would find out, it was the only thing that drove him onward. When he is close enough, the black stallion stretches out his muzzle in a quiet greeting and then bows his neck – he snorts gently in her direction. “I’m looking for someone,” he says to her.

“It was a very long time ago,” Gael says and his eyes look out over the sparkling dunes.
He sighs softly because he knows it is a futile thing to search for her.
“I’m looking for Corinth.”