Desert

The sands beneath her hooves were warm against the chill of the early morning winds that came in from the sea. The land spread out before her was a familiar one, the dry air she breathes in so much different from the pines she'd loved to inhale in the cove. A bittersweet memory tugs at her when her eyes look along the beach, touching on a spot that pulled forth the time she'd washed ashore with her mother in tow, no longer a little filly but a young lady then; carisa all but a pale vague shape in the memory of her grown up daughter but Feray remembers well that day. One of the few last times she remembers the faces of her father and brother coming upon the pair of them after their time away.

Orhan and Koray.

She knows in her heart neither were here any longer, knew it way back when she'd resided over the badlands and yet her wayward soul had refused to let their ghosts go. She wished to tell them of what had become of her mother, to share in the grief with her older brother but in this lifetime it was not meant to be. So with a steadying breath Feray takes those first steps onto a path she'd walked a dozen times in her younger days, a path only she could see and despite being seasons older would always remember by heart.

Gallivanting across the shifting sands ahead of her were the forms of her children and grandchild, Aytek doing his best to corral the twisting and leaping bodies of the girl's. Miray, her granddaughter, is quick to escape his warning bite and usher along the newest addition to their family, Saylah, who squeals happily and charges ahead across the hills. Despite the loss of their home they have remained joyful and energetic just as feray had raised them up to be. No matter how dark of a time they faced there was always a light to follow.

Chuckling to herself, Feray throws herself into a canter to cover the distance between them all, sending sand spraying across the trio as she passes which begins a merry game of chase across the lands of her birth home. It doesn't take long for her young to tire, not at all accustomed to such dry air and the sun leering down at them constantly but she'd had little choice of leaving them behind when thinking of showing them where she grew up. She knew Solomon probably wouldn't have approved, especially with how young saylah is but if this wasn't fate knocking at feray's doorstep she wasn't sure what else to make of the situation. Her legs ache as they carry her further to urge her young charges onward, promising them that an oasis awaited them if they kept the grumbling to a minimum. So far they were listening.

Cresting the top of a hill she expects to see just a glimmer of water glistening in welcome but instead she is met with the body of another horse taking the shifting sands at a tumble and not the slow descent one would usually take. The dust in the air has yet to settle as Feray makes her way over, slowly at first while making sure the kids follow her instructions to head to the water before briskly trotting over to the prone form.

Much closer now she breathes in the scent of the mare on the ground, familiarity flickering in her eyes even though it's been seasons since they've last seen each other. "Evren", she prods at her sister with a gentle push of her nose against an exposed shoulder, eyes sliding to find any signs of physical injury that may have led to her fall. Seeing nothing her eyes return to evren's face, another gentle nudge of her muzzle against the dark skin of her cheek.

"Is she dead?"

The question has feray's head rising to look at the face of her youngest Saylah, the little dunking tobi girl always curious so it wasn't a complete surprise to find her staring around her mother's body to her aunt on the ground.

"No saylah, she's just resting. The desert can take a lot out of you sometimes," she explains on a quite breath which the filly seems to mull over herself, peering in close to see for herself the slow rise and fall of evrens side.