Each time she has hid herself from the newcomers flooding into her empty home. One by one they claim these sands to make something of themselves, but they soon leave. Most of them have not stayed long enough to give the sands time to work their magic. She wonders if they grow too frustrated with days of no results so they leave before they have really even begun. With the last mare she wonders if she had left with her newborn child because the male she once lived under had disappeared. She might have claimed the land for him in case of his return, but he had not came back. Scorpio just thanks the heavens that she had not engaged the stallion or she may have suffered the same fate. Alone with a newborn. She did not want that fate and she would stay searching until she found the right horse to stick by her side. Just as she was told her grandfather had done. Her mother had told her stories when she was little of the her father who died when she was still young.

Capricorn had waited so long for the right mate that he was very old by the time he met grandmother. He couldn’t even live long enough to see his child have a child of her own. That was too extreme. Scorpio would wait for the right lover, but not that long. Just let her die alone if she ever reached that point. Her eyes roll at the thought, not knowing the young stallion had saw her and was coming her way. She continues along her path until the shifting of sand catches her attention. The woman turns her faded red face to find the source of the news, eyes wide. She takes in quick breaths as a sudden flush of terror takes over her body. Never has anyone, yet alone a stallion, come running at her this way. The freight shakes to her core as her legs firmly plant in place, frozen, as the young male advances. There is purpose in his eyes, a purpose that looks meant for her. No one has ever looked at her this way. Her ears lay back when he shouts.

Are you lost, he asks. This question puts a sour taste in her mouth. The way she looks at him now was not so much of the frightened doe she has just been, but an annoyed woman being pestered by a man. Brown eyes narrow as she snorts. ”Hell no,” her displeasure snaps back at him. ”I have lived here since birth. Are you lost?” Where was this fire coming from? She has never acted like this before, but then again no one has ever ran up on her like this either.