it was a long winter. a really really long winter. the brawny brainless buffoon who had claimed her as his own disappeared a while after they arrived and wasn’t to be seen again. it was nice for a while really…free and wild racing the sandstorms, flying across the dunes like a bird across the sky. and then it just got to be boring and lonely. she wasn’t a particularly social creature but being stuck alone in a vast desert wasn’t exactly her slice of pie either.
she would have left sooner but after the long swim to the islands in the first place followed by the swim to salem her dislike of water had increased exponentially. she knew once she had left it would be worth the trip but just the idea of being slowed down in the swirling dark ocean made her irritated. finally the day came when she couldn’t take it any longer. with an agitated huff she plunged her tiny sinewy body into the sea and headed back toward the common island.
when she finally scampered up the shore she planted each small black hoof firmly on the gravelly beach and gave an almighty dog-like shake, overjoyed to not set her glinting black eyes upon endless dunes of sand. everything was lovely and green, blooming with springtime cheer. just what she needed. with a bound she was off, darting like a hummingbird to examine this and that and to snatch mouthfuls of lush meadow grass that edged the stream. as she makes her way along the snaking water she finds she is not alone. a small brown smudge lingers in the water and she snorts in disgust before she can stop herself. you look right at home. she can’t hold still even when trying to engage in conversation with the stranger. always twitching somewhere, tail, ears, a hoof stamping… it’s hard to hold it together when you have this much energy.
she steps closer to the bank to glare at the swirling water that glides past and then realizes she has probably offended the creature. i’m swift. i can’t stand the water. she is an oddball with relatively poor social skills but after her detention in the desert she doesn’t care too much about making a fool of herself. she doesn’t even mind that the first bit of company she’s run into seems to love the very thing she can’t stand.
arabian mutt. mare . 13.2 hh . 3 yrs . black . kafkaesque |