Valve spotted her from one of her more favored vantage points, the crest of one of the largest dunes. From here she could see all the way to edge of the ocean, deep blue and flat by comparison. The stranger moved like a sail full of wind—robust and with the lofty energy that was unparalleled among their kind. The dark mare flicked her tail, her eyes dissecting every turn of her white-tipped nose and hesitation in each stride of her trot. It was a sensual kind of movement that suggested she was used to getting what she wanted.

It was time to find out precisely what that was.

With a kick of sand Valve lifted her own narrow, finely muscled frame into an energetic gallop. She descended the great dune with purposeful speed, her strong, spindly legs a tangled black blur. With her nose pointed at the other mare like a target in her crosshairs, she closed the gap between them expertly, rushing a length ahead of her and then quickly slowing to match her pace.

“Benimle koş,” Valve said, keeping one dark eye upon her. It was not a challenge, but rather a declaration of kinship. The two of them could run to the end of the earth if they so chose.

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