far from home

[Isetnofret]

After accepting Elysteria's invitation, Isetnofret had gotten directions and then taken the opportunity to gallop. She knew Ely would meet her there when she was able. And the black mare needed time to think, as well as the chance to test her newfound freedom. Iset loved to run. It was one thing she was good at, that she reveled in. She wasn't self aware enough to realize that her years of racing pell mell through her desert home had made her strong. Or that she owed her speed to her Arabian heritage and her stamina to her Morgan father. All she knew was that her hooves tearing up the ground beneath thrilled her to the core. Running was the way she sang. Her body moved fluidly, but her thoughts were stilted. Pretty sure you made yourself look like an idiot, Isetnofret. she scolded. Stumbling over your words and then insulting her by comparing her to a wolf. And Elysteria, no, Ely, seems so kind. Someone who might be your friend if you can manage not to put your hoof in your mouth again. I- Her thoughts, really the echo of her mother's thoughts, were interrupted by her first sight of the Dale. Elysteria had been right. There were trees. Massive creations, bursting into green at the height of summer. And hills. Iset had only seen hills of sand, and green flatlands. She wondered absently who ruled here, and how they had gotten so lucky to call a place like this home. The rain was petering out and the sun started to push weak rays through the clouds. She stood on a hill, looking in on the life of the Dale members with longing apparent in every line of her body.