The Lost Islands
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Forget me or not... I will be here...

The sand was calling her name, making her body tremble with the want to run over the soft ground. She was used to the rolling land and the need to watch your footing. With her desert blood and her mind trained thanks to her homeland, Forget Me Knot knew just what she had to do in order to not crash and burn with sand in her mouth. Shaking her head as she thought over her next steps, Knot listened to see if she would get a call back. She liked the sands and hoped to find a home here, but that did not always happen.

Hooves, she heard them behind her in the sands. Her eyes blinked faintly as she turned her head back to look at a stallion that was larger than her. With eyes as light ask the sun marked sky, Knot turned to face the newcomer as he spoke to her. She had never been called a lady and it had a grin faintly quirking up the corner of her lips. “Greetings sir. I am looking for a place to call home.” Knot would be straightforward with her personality and her smile would be genuine. Yet, the unease in her gaze showed she was unsure of why it was a stallion of this sort that came her way. Where were the other arabians?


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