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Moons passed quickly, blurring Africa’s first few weeks as a part of the desert family. She had met many already, though mostly by awkward and often times uncomfortable chance. Although contented with her relaxed home life, the young enthusiastic horse yearned for more- for knowledge and responsibility; she wanted to apply herself, and to grow. “Later we can talk about your position within the herd...” Midas had clarified upon her arrival so many days past, but the raw young horse was quite intimidated by the prospect of ranks, nobility and the like. Kri who she had seen roughly (perhaps not even truly met), had impressed a gullible nervousness into her mind and she had thus far hesitated all attempts to seek out help. Africa knew she could not dither in the shadows of this bustling kingdom any longer though.
Wrapped up in her own determined ambition, youthful Africa stepped through the messy clusters of cane searching for Midas possibly, or anyone really who might be able to offer her exuberance some direction. Setting off during the early hours of daylight, the dapple grey had allowed more than ample time for her endeavour, and inhaling deeply; resolutely, she scoured the shaggy oasis undergrowth for movement. Figuring the lake to be a welcome temptation for any who dwelt in the desert, that is where she headed initially.
The growth of flourishing flora thickened as Africa picked a careful path down an embankment near by the watering hole. She could see as she lifted her face curiously, its glistening blue surface, through the rich green foliage. Autumn had no strength here.
Closing the remaining space, the young Pegasus scrambled down a small sandstone ledge, her hooves sinking quickly into the yielding substrate as she arrived. She stepped artfully now, not like she had on the first few occasions she had come by to quench her thirst. Balancing her weight with slightly opened wings and moving promptly to the more durable sand, by the water’s edge, Africa dropped her dry lips to drink. Quite indulged and more than refreshed, her cream eyes glanced about the area- finding curiously, another horse almost snowy in colour, and completely unfamiliar.
Nervous anticipation flooded the labyrinth of veins, in turn feeding the timid flinch of her hide. She knew procrastination would win her no service though, and whickered lightly in greeting as she began navigating around the lakes edge in the direction of the pale hued Pegasus. It did not take the gentle swing of her long legs to consume the distance separating them. “Hello.” She called ahead of her, diligent not to shatter the tranquillity of the still fresh morning. And as she drew to a halt before the stranger, Africa smiled timorously, unsure if her blatant appearance would be met as an inconvenience so early in the peace. “I am Africa... pretty new around here, sorry. Er, I was wondering if you had the time to help me out please?” Shifting awkwardly as she bumbled her graceless spray of words, the dapple grey offered another fleeting smile no matter how it betrayed her insecurity.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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