Star Dasher at the outer edges

[Whispering Wind]

There were a place at the outer edges where the grass was never green ... were the biggest part of the ground was covered in dirt, and the trees never weard leeves. A purple hoof was set down on the earth, before lifting and moving on.
It was Star Dasher. The erthling walked across the landscape, that seemed to be all dead, and then bumped down on the ground. She watched her reflection in a muddy puddle. She saw two sad eyes belonging to a pony with mane as dirty as the ground. She hit te surface with her hoof, causing it to ripple. She turned to other side, so that the gem on her hip faced upwards.

[Whispering Wind]

After what could have been a quater, the skinny pony got up. Lying there did´nt make her feel less hungry. She was ready to make another attempt to steal.
((Off somewere. A store, I suppose))

[Whispering Wind]

Later, with the hunger sasifyed with wild-growing plumes, Star Dasher returned. She drank some water from the dirty ground, and then laid down for a nap.