theres an old man sitting on a throne thats saying...
Wasn’t it funny how differently people reacted to death? Some welcomed it, some feared it. Some caused it, and some fought tooth and nail to keep it away from themselves and those they love. Iset always thought she would be the type to stare death in the face and never blink; after all, she had believed herself to be close to death many times, and even then she had refused to back down.
But here, in this strange land and without her twin, Iset didn’t know what to do with herself. The dangers here were less present, and unknown to her; that was what frightened her most of all. At least in the dunes with Him, she knew what was coming. Here, she was ignorant to the salt that could be masquerading as sugar, and she didn't like that feeling one bit. She once again drug her dirty, tired frame through the long Meadow grasses, refusing the let the claws of fear settle on her throat.
She stopped for a moment to get her bearings, letting the hot summer sun warm her coat. Whiskey colored eyes drifted shut Iset found herself back in the Dunes once again. Like a mirage, she saw her and Sakir chasing each other through the sandy hills, their thin legs sinking into the soft earth as sand sprayed all around them. A smile touched her thin lips, but fell quickly when she saw Him. Dainty hooves stamped restlessly as she watched her and her twin freeze in her mind's eye. He bellowed at them about something, making a mess of the sands or something ridiculous like that. He turned, and Iset thought maybe, just maybe, he would take pity on them this one time. Just as that thought finished processing, a powerful leg lashed out, catching her in the shoulder. Her mind went black with forgotten pain, and her eyes snapped open.
Just like that the illusion faded, and both her twin and her home were lost to her memory. She shook her head and whinnied softly, chasing the images further into the recesses of her mind, so that maybe they wouldn’t hurt so badly. She realized then that it wasn’t death that everyone feared, it was being alone.
...I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut