She wasn't sure how long she had been wandering the hot open spaces of sand. Rhyne had stopped a moment in her walking and peered around at the ever hazy landscape. There was nothing but dunes around, the wind blew sand in her face and into her eyes blinding her. She had little choice, but to try and shake it out or rub her face against her leg. This only made matters worse as her dark brown coat was dusted in sand from hoof to mane. There was no relief from the itchy grains as she cleared enough to squint though the blaring sunlight and ever drifting sand. There was a point, the mare had tried to turn back and go back from where she had come from... The only problem was that the desert winds had covered her tracks and smoothed out the ground like a zen garden. Only here there seemed to be no water, what bushes there were, were scrub and left little to value. It felt like weeks since she had had a decent meal or even a drop of water to drink. Her head was feeling like milkweed fluff on the inside as she turned to try a different direction. Hoping there would be at least water, with the sun blazing against her back and illusions starting to appear through the haze..
