The call that came forth from the visiting mare did not fall on deaf ears. Valve was always listening, even if she was as seldom seen as rain in this region. It was intriguing how those that visited the Dunes all did so in different ways—and the manner of their intrusions was always the first bit of information the black mare was subject to, and thus constituted a first impression. This mare had made her presence known as quickly as the stifling air could carry her voice, and the haste was always something Valve appreciated. Perhaps they both had other places they could be.

“Merhaba,” Valve greeted her simply in her native tongue, trotting along the crest of the dune they shared. “What brings you here?”

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