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Posted on February 9, 2012 at 03:06:14 PM by El Aran
There was no shame in taking pleasure in the here and now, in working the fine grains of sand against her ragged coat until the black was patched with tan dust and the way it relieved the itch that crawled along the nape of her neck. It took the seer four rocking attempts to roll onto her other side to work the grit in along the left half of her body. Her hooves beat at the wide blue sky above her, an endless sea lacking in frothy clouds, and finally came to rest with her head outstretched and the entire length of her lithe body resting against the hard, packed surface of the desert. She was glad this place did not have copious amounts of sand covering every inch of the dry land. El Aran had passed through the Dunes, once, and she doubted she would return there again for any extended length of time. Twisting the front half of her body, the seer supported herself with her forelegs while pulling her hind legs underneath her to stand. It was as she regained her proper footing on all four hooves that she saw the stallion standing only a few feet away. She flattened her ears, mortified that she had been unaware of his approach, and lifted them almost immediately when he spoke. She recognized him even before his voice touched the air. For a moment after his words faded, El Aran did not know what to say. He was teasing her, surely. For once the black mare decided to humor him, although her lack of propriety would not last long. "Very bold, Encantador, to walk on my sands and claim them as your own," she replied in a somber voice, though one corner of her dark mouth quirked upwards in what might have been half a smile before the emotion was tucked away and her usual formality returned. "I did not realize you had made your home here, else I would have come calling much sooner. Is Daenerys with us?" Her sister had not smelled of heat and sand when the three horses were reunited in the Falls. El Aran ducked her head and shook out her skin, dislodging many particles of sand into a fine cloud of dust around her body. While many horses may have found the constant heat and glaring sun uncomfortable, even deadly, it was clear to anyone that El Aran was quite literally in her element. Her eyes were brighter than they had been in months, her feet were lifted a trifle higher than usual as she closed the distance between herself and the pale stallion, and her ragged black coat even carried a healthy sheen to it that would be revealed more fully as she continued to shed. The desert was a beautiful piece of land, covered in many shades of gold and copper and red and full of life if a horse knew where to look for it. "I am glad you are back, Encantador. Truly. Will you share your thoughts with me?" She had given him his space and his time to grieve, as was right, but no creature should endure that suffering alone. And just as anyone could see the change in the mare, El Aran had marked the change in the dun stallion from their time together in the Falls. Aşk's eighth eye
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Replies:
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 10, 2012 at 07:58:37 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 17, 2012 at 06:34:43 AM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 19, 2012 at 05:45:05 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 22, 2012 at 09:37:55 AM
- x - By Shiva February 24, 2012 at 07:11:37 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 22, 2012 at 09:37:55 AM
- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 19, 2012 at 05:45:05 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 17, 2012 at 06:34:43 AM
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