When the strange stallion spoke before the unfamiliar mare could offer any sort of explanation, Valve quickly turned back to face him. He had a thick accent—a foreigner. She was not surprised, though it certainly wasn’t an excuse for his unapologetic demeanor. He was hiding something—which the painted mare quickly outed.

A raider, she had called him. If this was true, her erratic behavior made sense. It was never pleasant to encounter another who was intent on prying you (or anyone else) from the place you called home.

“Not another word from you,” Valve demanded of the stallion with her nose pointed toward him like an arrow. If he spoke again, she would lash out at him. She had little tolerance for those who couldn’t follow simple instructions. She looked to the mare again, inquisitively.

“Tell me what happened,” she asked simply, expecting Indira to divulge exactly how she knew of his intentions. Valve did not know the mare either, or why she had come to the dunes, but she was more inclined to trust her than the stallion, depending of course on how she answered.

VALVE
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