as old as your omens
She drinks for what feels like a small eternity before her tongue no longer feels thick in her mouth and her throat is no longer gritty with sand, exhaling a long slow breath before turning to look at Innayat properly. She's also young, as seemed to be everyone else who inhabited these lands, Fei's ears perking as she takes stock of the painted mare's rounded belly.
"You can't be lost if you didn't really have a destination to begin with." the draft answers lightly, softening both her tone and her stance now that she's not quite so desperately thirsty. "Apologies for my abruptness, I've...never done well in deserts."
An understatement, truly.
Fei extricates herself from the water's bank but she doesn't move very far; Innayat was the most interesting thing she'd laid eyes on since she'd come ashore.
"You are right though, I washed up on the main land not to long ago so everything is new and nameless to me. It's why I'm here at all, I like to know about the world I'm living in and having walked from the Peak to the Lagoon, swimming out to the islands seemed like the next logical step and this just happened to be the one closest at the time. The Dunes is a very fitting name, is the whole island called that?"
Manners Fei, manners.
"My name is Fei." she tacks on as an afterthought, sighing inwardly.
This was most definitely the first and last time she'd set foot in this land by choice.
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ten years - 18 hands - white percheron mixed draft mare - setsu
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