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The day was nearly over when the filly sought out her mother. That massive orb called "the sun" was sinking rapidly in the west, casting red-orange hues with its lingering caress. A gentle breeze flowed across the desert, rare and lovely, dispelling the blistering heat, if only for a moment. The heat didn't bother the girl - she was, after all, the daughter of Gaucho the WildFire - and thus the gust of wind failed to distract her from her mission. You see, she searched for Sohalia for a reason - not for a silly, petty thing like dinner (though her stomach was rumbling, reminding her that perhaps that wouldn't be such a bad idea), but for an actual problem.
Well, "problem" might be a bit too strong a word.
Let's start at the beginning.
From the time she was born, young Vinati had seen things that others could not. Of course, she didn't know that no one else could see the lingering corporeal beings that surrounded most of the grown-ups and several of the foals. For several weeks, she had wandered around, seeing the see-through horses, assuming that everyone else saw exactly what she did. After all, she had seen them since birth - it was normal (at least to her). She could not imagine looking at, say, Ma, and seeing nothing surrounding her.
And then, one day, she heard someone refer to her as talking to "imaginary friends." Well! For starters, the creatures that she saw weren't her friends. They wouldn't even talk to her, for goodness' sake! The girl assumed that the stranger (someone in the herd, though she knew few names and didn't care to learn them yet) had heard her trying to communicate with the misty-eyed ghosts, back before she realized that they couldn't even see her, much less hear her. In any case, they weren't imaginary, and the thought that she could simply be seeing things (NO, she told herself angrily) put her in quite the mood.
So she did the one thing that every foal knows they can always do: she went searching for her mother, who was sure to have all the answers.
Well, "problem" might be a bit too strong a word.
Let's start at the beginning.
From the time she was born, young Vinati had seen things that others could not. Of course, she didn't know that no one else could see the lingering corporeal beings that surrounded most of the grown-ups and several of the foals. For several weeks, she had wandered around, seeing the see-through horses, assuming that everyone else saw exactly what she did. After all, she had seen them since birth - it was normal (at least to her). She could not imagine looking at, say, Ma, and seeing nothing surrounding her.
And then, one day, she heard someone refer to her as talking to "imaginary friends." Well! For starters, the creatures that she saw weren't her friends. They wouldn't even talk to her, for goodness' sake! The girl assumed that the stranger (someone in the herd, though she knew few names and didn't care to learn them yet) had heard her trying to communicate with the misty-eyed ghosts, back before she realized that they couldn't even see her, much less hear her. In any case, they weren't imaginary, and the thought that she could simply be seeing things (NO, she told herself angrily) put her in quite the mood.
So she did the one thing that every foal knows they can always do: she went searching for her mother, who was sure to have all the answers.
