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She is fast, her little legs accustomed to following her uncle through the desert dunes. But the alarming quick stop enforced by stronger legs and more weight means that when he stops dead in his tracks with a deep seat into his own haunches - she nearly careens into his butt.
The bright red girl squeals in surprise, sent tumbling to one side so she does not ‘hurt’ this new racing companion. She hasn’t even the speed of glancing to notice that he glares and pins his ears, the dust obscuring her peripheral sight that it was only clear he’d turned to look at her as he stands again to plant his feet.
For herself, she tumbles first head over hind, then awkwardly flings herself so that she tumbles side over side down the dune. She catches herself after the first roll and a half - springing out of the spin and catching herself at the base of the sand to spin and look up with all the mirth of a child who doesn’t know it is embarrassing to fall in front of strangers. "Go back!"
She ignores the command, her own father too mighty amongst the Dunes for her to consider any but her own father or uncles and her mother or the Mira of any real account. "I am Shahin, who are you? I want to run with you some more." She says with casual disregard for his panic, though her eyes take him in finally and she does notice it. "Why are you so shivery?" She looks around, looking a bit unnerved herself, "Did you see the big cat? It sometimes comes from the Badlands, papa says." She scuttles up the hill with unnerving grace and almost ducks under him, except that she is tall enough already that she wouldn’t quite fit if she had truly tried.
OF THE EASTERN DUNES
▻ mare - arabian - chestnut rabicano with birdcatchers - 15.1 hh ◅