I thought about her every now and then, the pretty paint filly who seemed to carry her wings awkwardly as if she didn't quite know what to do with them just yet. Of course I had been lucky when Bucephalus taught Aakesh and I how to carry our wings right so they wouldn't be in the way of activities. Well, he and some of my own instincts told me when they would be in the way, or when they could possibly be injured in some way that would leave me grounded for the entirety of my life a thought I could hardly deal with. But even though I tried my hardest to think Isara out of the sand, it never seemed to work and the giant Hector was shockingly just as hard to locate. So my closest friend, that wasn't family, had been nowhere to be seen and I had been stuck playing with Aakesh. As much as I loved my smaller brother, playing with him just wasn't as fun because I was always worried he would run and tell Alija what trouble we happened to get into that day.

Baby blues wandered the horizon as I moved easily through the sands of our home. For obvious reasons, I found wandering through the hot sands much easier than pacing over the tall grasses and other biomes that could be found through the lands of Helovia. Although, I had yet to visit the north where tall tales of a white substance called snow covered the land and the wind blew gusts of cold air rather than the wonderful salty spray that I had grown so accustom too. A flash of bay and white caught my attention and ruined all thoughts of adventures to some cold place as my gaze tried to follow the filly who seemed to be running around looking for someone. Panic was scratched across her pretty features before she turned and bolted in the direction of the Oasis where we had first met. Excitement, along with worry danced through my childish frame, a weird feeling that I didn't quite like as my own dark striped legs leapt into action.

By the time I reached the Oasis my sides were heaving as my lungs fought and screamed for more oxygen to reach their capillaries, sweat stained my royal blue coat a shade that could easily be mistaken for black as I strode on shaky legs towards the towers of crystal that were surrounding the painted filly. The sound of pitiful sobbing overpowered any other ruckus that could be going on around the two of us children as I moved as close as I would dare to her crystal cocoon. Harks flicked forward gently as I nickered a greeting to Isara before my slowly deepening voice slipped into the humid air. "Are you okay Sara?" Words moved away from my dark stained lips in a much more sincere motion than anything I was used too. Normally I was full of life and happiness as I stirred up trouble, but something about seeing my painted friend crying in a heap by the pool of clear water pulled at my heartstrings while I stood there hoping she would let me in the crystal walls to comfort her properly.


"talk"
Tag | @[Isara]
Words | 547
Notes | Sorry this took me so long dear! School and work suck e.e

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