Desert Mage: Fantasy

The heat of the desert sun penetrated through the white robes and veils. The rhythmic drumming of horses hooves underneath her as they raced across the salt flats. The bitter taste of the air in her mouth. The views of lakes in the distance, lakes that she knew were a lie. It was horrible and it would kill her if she lingered. She threw back her head and laughed gleefully. It was horrible, yes, but beautiful, and free in a way that she could never be where there were other lives around. Here--if she let free and a spike of energy shot out into the desert, there was no life to be harmed. At worst, she might kill her horse and herself. That was it. That was why--

Inspiration: "Shrine" by Beats Antique
Story Potential: Medium-high
Notes: I like the "feel" of it, but the story itself is not original enough to write.