She has been stuck here for weeks now too afraid to try to leave the Gypsy stallion who kept her here. She had tried to reason with him, but he showed her every time they he got what he wanted and her opinions didn't matter. She made a grave mistake running blindly those weeks ago. If Han would of just said goodbye...no! She couldn't blame this on Han. It was her fault she left Luthien.

Green eyes look over the vast Desert landscape. All sand and hills which not much vegetation like she was used to back home. She wasn't sure she liked this place. The sand may have been fun at first, but this foreign land held dangers she did not wish to fall prey to again. The palomino walks to the low level stream where she places her soft lips to the liquid for a drink. Her ears flick back a forth with every sound that happens around her. She stays alert in case danger finds her here.

When she had her fill, Prim turns her attention to the hard dirt. She walks around, muzzle to the ground, and searches for something to eat. She grabs each blade of grass she comes across, but the mare was having a hard time finding much to eat. She knew so little about this place she feared it would be hard to survive unless she asked the help of the abusive stallion who kept her here.