Agile the Effa

She walks slowly, deliberately, her thin neck bobbing slightly with every step. She has no where to go really, no reason to rush. She is simply walking, her hooves finding friction in the thin sand below and propelling her ever forward. As she walks the sun dips red over the desert horizon, and to the people watching from their homes she becomes nothing more than a silhouette again the fiery sky. A thin black shape walking forward, gentle, graceful, agile.