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Date Posted: 18:06:24 05/14/01 Mon
Author: Aphrodite
Subject: ~*~Entrance~*~

The young woman walks quickly onward, a rough turban covering most of her smooth face. Her steps are small, yet quick, as if she was trying to accomplish an urgent task. Walking beside her, was her Arabian horse, Shanai. The horse's lips are parched, and hangs it's head low, it's haunches stick out, and the scrawny animal looks as if it hasn't eaten for days. The woman continues walking, and finally rests when arriving at the only well in town. With calloused hands, she draws the water up quickly, giving sips to the horse, before she greedily gulped down some for herself.


The horse's ears prick slightly as she catches whiff of water. A deep guttural whicker tries to protrude, yet comes out as a haggard wheeze. Willingly following the young woman in front of her, she knew it would be no use to resist, for she did not have the strength. Feeling the soft moisture sting her lips at first, she sighs contentedly as it began to sooth the gritty feeling. It ran down her jugular, her throat, and seemed to burn, but it felt rather nice compared to the dry feeling. Already you can see the difference in the horse's actions.


The woman spends hardly any time at the well, and you can already tell she was more of a busybody than one to hang around doing nothing. Her black eyes seem brighter now, as she absorbs more of her surroundings, and slipping lightly up on Shanai's back, carefully evading the handwoven baskets filled with her only possessions, she sets out on an exploration adventure. She decides to find a place to settle, and feed her horse, later.

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