BE MY FRIEND, HOLD ME
WRAP ME UP, UNFOLD ME

With a gasp, Priya pulled herself from the water’s warm embrace. She stumbled as her dainty hooves sank into the damp sand, the foamy lips of the tide kissing her fetlocks as she steadied herself and shook the excess water from her skin. The droplets which trickled down her dark nose glinted like diamonds under the high afternoon sun as she lifted her head to inspect her surroundings.

The shore melted into almost endless sand, which quickly became fine and dry as it stretched further out from the sea and rose into gentle amber peaks. These particular dunes did not look familiar, but then again Priya never normally strayed far from her herd alone, so she had little need to memorise the landscape they passed on their travels.

It was so easy to get turned around in these endless sands, Priya had found, especially after as long a swim as she had taken, but she was sure she would find her family easily enough if she just started moving. And so Priya set off up the nearest dune, where the heat began to set in, away from the sea-air. It enveloped her, wrapping its dusty arms around her like an old friend.

All the while, as she meandered randomly up and down the sloping dunes, her dark eyes scanned the horizon for any sign of her herd, and her curved ears flickered atop her head as they searched for the sound of their hooves.

priya
marwari . blue roan . 13.2hh