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Oh, the desert dreams of a river that will run down to the sea,
Like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me...
Like my heart longs for an ocean to wash down over me...
Najya was not one to run from her problems.
Ironic, considering where fate found her today.
She didn’t know what this place was called, and it passed by in a blur as she ran south, lavishing in the burn in her muscles and the wind in her hair. For the moment, at least, she liked to think she could outrun her own emotions. Her mind was blissfully blank. There was no time to think when your just had to pay attention to what was directly in front of you.
No sooner had she made up her mind to give a peaceful herd a chance then the very same herd brought war upon another. Had she been duped? She didn’t feel like she had misjudged at the time, but what did she know about this place and the people in it. Nothing, it seemed.
That’s what drove her out into the wilds today. She felt that she needed the chance to get away – to think. At least that’s what she told herself. Her legs pounded the earth in a rhythmic four beat pattern. The wind whipped against her face causing the golden disks to clink and tinkle with every footfall. Her dark nostrils flared with every deep breath, but the fatigue hardly touched her. She was built for this – for earthbound-flight.
As she approached a twisting river Najya slowed. First, to a rolling canter, then to a trot, and finally to a walk. She wandered without rhyme or reason – allowing her thoughts and emotions to catch up with her. Finally.
Emotions burned hot in her belly – frustration, confusion, anger, remorse, disappointment – creating a fiery cocktail that she knew she could never outrun.
She didn’t have all the answers, and she knew that she likely never would. The little mare didn’t like making decisions blindly and she just didn’t know what to do. So she wandered, hoping that the decision would come to her like a bolt of lightning. But knowing, deep down, that things were never that easy.
Ironic, considering where fate found her today.
She didn’t know what this place was called, and it passed by in a blur as she ran south, lavishing in the burn in her muscles and the wind in her hair. For the moment, at least, she liked to think she could outrun her own emotions. Her mind was blissfully blank. There was no time to think when your just had to pay attention to what was directly in front of you.
No sooner had she made up her mind to give a peaceful herd a chance then the very same herd brought war upon another. Had she been duped? She didn’t feel like she had misjudged at the time, but what did she know about this place and the people in it. Nothing, it seemed.
That’s what drove her out into the wilds today. She felt that she needed the chance to get away – to think. At least that’s what she told herself. Her legs pounded the earth in a rhythmic four beat pattern. The wind whipped against her face causing the golden disks to clink and tinkle with every footfall. Her dark nostrils flared with every deep breath, but the fatigue hardly touched her. She was built for this – for earthbound-flight.
As she approached a twisting river Najya slowed. First, to a rolling canter, then to a trot, and finally to a walk. She wandered without rhyme or reason – allowing her thoughts and emotions to catch up with her. Finally.
Emotions burned hot in her belly – frustration, confusion, anger, remorse, disappointment – creating a fiery cocktail that she knew she could never outrun.
She didn’t have all the answers, and she knew that she likely never would. The little mare didn’t like making decisions blindly and she just didn’t know what to do. So she wandered, hoping that the decision would come to her like a bolt of lightning. But knowing, deep down, that things were never that easy.
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