Indira's life has been absolute chaos as of late. She can't count the miles she's traveled or the new faces she's met. There's been fighting, and romance, and and lessons both taught and learned. She thought she needed some quiet time at home in the Desert to gather her thoughts, but less than two hours after her arrival, the novelty of rediscovering her childhood haunts wears off and the Desert once again becomes so incredibly boring.
Her lonely wandering draws her ever nearer to edge, where the parched, packed earth of the Desert blends into the shifting sands of the Dunes. Indira remembers a time that seems like so eons ago. She was young and a sand storm blew her over the border into Dunes beyond her Desert home. There, she met Gabbar. It was her first venture away from what's familiar, and it was her first taste of the world beyond the safety of home. That moment was the catalyst that started it all.
If she can venture across the sands to the neighboring territory and return safely the same day, then she should be able to cross the sea and return safely too? Right? Wrong. Indira did return, but it took her three years to find her way back.
After all she's been through, Indira's not ready to cross the ocean again, but maybe she's bored enough to see if Gabbar still lives across the way. All it takes is one step, followed by another and Indira finds herself striding confidently across the border and into foreign territory.
Indira is in fairly good shape, and being born in the desert, she is exceptionally heat tolerant, but the deep, shifting sands of the dunes are enough to make even Indira sweat. She is dripping with perspiration by the time she crests one final mountain of sand and spots a figure through the heat distortion. The figure is vaguely bay and masculine, so Indira assumes it's Gabbar. She picks up a trot down the far side of the dune. She is picking up momentum, when the figure comes into focus.
Indira's heart leaps into her throat. She tries to stop where she is, but she's moving too quickly to do so. The young mare staggers the rest of the way down the hill and comes to a halt only a few yards from the Jaxon. She sends a clumsy spray of sand in his direction, making it impossible for her to turn around and escape unnoticed.
Her lonely wandering draws her ever nearer to edge, where the parched, packed earth of the Desert blends into the shifting sands of the Dunes. Indira remembers a time that seems like so eons ago. She was young and a sand storm blew her over the border into Dunes beyond her Desert home. There, she met Gabbar. It was her first venture away from what's familiar, and it was her first taste of the world beyond the safety of home. That moment was the catalyst that started it all.
If she can venture across the sands to the neighboring territory and return safely the same day, then she should be able to cross the sea and return safely too? Right? Wrong. Indira did return, but it took her three years to find her way back.
After all she's been through, Indira's not ready to cross the ocean again, but maybe she's bored enough to see if Gabbar still lives across the way. All it takes is one step, followed by another and Indira finds herself striding confidently across the border and into foreign territory.
Indira is in fairly good shape, and being born in the desert, she is exceptionally heat tolerant, but the deep, shifting sands of the dunes are enough to make even Indira sweat. She is dripping with perspiration by the time she crests one final mountain of sand and spots a figure through the heat distortion. The figure is vaguely bay and masculine, so Indira assumes it's Gabbar. She picks up a trot down the far side of the dune. She is picking up momentum, when the figure comes into focus.
Indira's heart leaps into her throat. She tries to stop where she is, but she's moving too quickly to do so. The young mare staggers the rest of the way down the hill and comes to a halt only a few yards from the Jaxon. She sends a clumsy spray of sand in his direction, making it impossible for her to turn around and escape unnoticed.