It seemed that the lull was over. With each day that passed, Valve noticed more and more others had found their way back to these sands. Perhaps in some cases they had never truly left, but instead made themselves scarce for one reason or another. The black mare hardly minded. In fact, she encouraged open borders for no other reason than it was easier to acquire more information about the lands beyond Salem. While in the past she hadn’t bothered to make travel to other islands a priority, she recently decided expanding her reach would be a good idea. Perhaps she would make a trip soon.

As she mulled over where she might go first and why, a shining glint caught her eye near the main oasis. She recognized the familiar shape of the young Akhal-Teke, Nyazik, and made her way toward her, pleased that she was still lingering about.

“Merhaba Nyazik,” she called out in greeting. “It is good to see you again.”

Truly it was. The last time she had seen the young mare they had been rudely interrupted by the likes of the Lagoon bastards, Psychedelic and Kasabian. The nerve they had to attempt to drive the two of them away and capture Evaline had been more than enough to warrant the retaliation Valve had inflicted. Kasabian was dead, and if she ever saw Psychedelic again he would certainly suffer the same fate.

“This time,” she continued with a small smile, “I’m fairly certain we’ll be able to finish our conversation without interruption.”

VALVE
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