W.I.L.D.
“This is Solana, the spirit. But the girl inside is Serenya. And she’s here because she followed a dream, a pull, and probably one too many wind currents across half the planet.”
The horse snorted softly, and Chelsea gasped. “She understands us?”
“She does,” Cheyenne nodded. “She just doesn’t speak in horse form.”
As if on cue, Solana shimmered with golden light—and in her place stood Serenya, tall and powerful, her dark hair braided down her back, her piercing blue eyes scanning the group. She stood barefoot, her tanned skin kissed by sun and dust, the energy around her pulsing like heat from summer stone.
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