The mare gallops across the territory...the warm sun blowing her velvety mane out behind her...her hooves pounding out the solemn beat. Her brown eyes alight with a fire...cantering to the top of the hill where Sky watched the land, she stops looking out across the valley known as the oasis. Her eyes find the horizon...and past that...to where she had came from. A land of fire and ice....a territory of no desires. The meomories cut through her like ice. Her mother..her father..sisters...brothers....none had loved her, and she was now here. Looking back towards the place she called home...her eyes grew sad. She was not sure if anyone truly loved her, but she would find out soon enough....the wind began to pick up, tossing her mane into the evening air...her delicate head tosses....watching the valley of hope....
