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Posted on March 30, 2012 at 02:38:37 AM by El Aran
Observing the change in Razvan’s features as he processed her question and responded, El Aran could not help but note how animated he was in comparison with Mellow. Of the two secondary stallions she’d met, the black mare already felt warmer toward her current companion than the stoic, prickly statue who claimed second-in-command to Encantador’s authority. It interested her to see such different personalities coming together on the same land and cooperating with one another as each best knew how— Mellow’s silent strength was definitely an asset to the desert herds, but it was clear to the black mare that Razvan was much more personable. Pushing her ears forward, El Aran listened to the brief history being told and soaked it in. In her home land seers were also expected to be storytellers. They collected pertinent history from all generations and retold it, acting as the lore carriers for a herd. When a herd lost a seer, through murder or natural death, a herd’s mourning was intense. Of course, deserters were stripped of whatever honor they may have had, their names forever after associated with traitors and the condemned. El Aran inclined her head, the sun sending a false sheen down the slight dish of her nose as she acknowledged Razvan’s words. "How many sisters have you? Perhaps my opinion is —what is the word?— too favorable of my own gender, but I believe mares are worth more than how they are treated in this land. I might have been happier if my own son had been born a filly," she said with a wry twist of her dark lips. Letting her gaze shift past the blue roan for a moment, El Aran shivered her skin to shake off buzzing flies. She was as relaxed under the heat as a coiled serpent. "Have you lived here all your life? I am curious how you came to know Encantador." Her esteemed partner had been born on Atlantis. El Aran herself was a foreigner, but nowhere near as new to the string of islands as she had once been. Still, she wondered what it was like to grow up accepting water on all sides of your home no matter where you lived on the Isles of the Lost, having come from an ocean of sand herself. Aşk's eighth eye
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- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan April 11, 2012 at 02:17:54 AM
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