she notices that although the shadowy mare appears outwardly calm, her body is pulled tight with tension. however, she is not taken aback by the lady's response, for she herself knows the dangers of a reputation in this deadly, sun-beaten world. hadn't she seen it with her own eyes as she made her desperate flight so many summers past? it seems so long ago now. just as time ceases a wound's constant ache and turns it into a faded scar, so has her haunting past become only a dull, sad reminder. the remnants of those painful lessons still linger in the back of her mind, never far from conscience thought. she imagines the same to be true for el aran. clearly she had walked a broken road as well.
it says a great many things. cimarron has fallen into the sea. unexpected alliances between lands of different islands are being formed. and although things remain precariously balanced for the time being, it is only a matter of time before the power shifts. these will be interesting days ahead, i'm sure
she smiles slightly, though it does not reach her steely gray eyes. it was not her intention to speak of such things today. indeed, she had come on a peace keeping mission, though none of it matters now. she is still unsure whether her new king even considers the desert clan an alliance or not, and by sharing too much whispered knowledge, she risks a great deal more than just a home. so she parts her lips once more, and this time her voice is softer--gentle even.
you are a lady of great respect and influence in our lands. truly, your name seems to be exalted as much as encantador's own. whether my new ruler chooses to remain at peace with your tribe or not, i hope that you and i might consider ourselves...sisters.
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