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Posted on May 15, 2012 at 06:36:53 PM by El Aran
Perhaps her inquiry was random, but it was something that had been bothering El Aran for quite some time. With all the commotion surrounding Razvan’s death and Dany’s return, however, the black mare had not been able to find time to pull her partner aside and discuss the situation with him. The seer was glad that they had time now, and while she would prefer not to be near the growling ocean, in front of it was where she had found Encantador and her concerns could no longer wait. The black mare shifted to put the sea at her back and gazed solemnly at the dunskin stallion, the heavy sea wind tangling her forelock and obscuring her vision in ropy pieces. "Soraya spoke of things, things she had no business knowing," El Aran explained. The black mare shifted on her feet and glanced away from Encantador. "She knew my name before I told her." Of all the things the buckskin had spoken of that day, the knowledge of El Aran’s name had been the most troubling to the desert mare. It was bad luck in the desert to be known by name to strangers, and the black mare wanted to blame Soraya’s uncanny knowledge for her own inability to sleep restfully. As an afterthought, El Aran added, "She knew your name, as well. And— And that Tuff Luck was gone since her departure from her home. I don’t trust her, Encantador. I want the herd to be aware of her and ready to repel her should she come here again." There were other things, too: the supposed fall of Cimarron, which El Aran had not sought validation on because she detested the rocking waves of the water that separated the islands; vague words about alliances and what they could mean; and worst of all, an attempt to claim sisterhood with the black mare, as if her chilling words and intimate knowledge of El Aran’s name would not flatten the desert mare’s ears and set her heart to racing with panic. Recalling the conversation now, she stood with her chin tucked in close to her chest and her feet pressed firmly against the ground, her ears laced back as her heart thundered over the song of the sea. Aşk's eighth eye
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- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 16, 2012 at 05:10:36 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran May 23, 2012 at 03:55:02 AM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 28, 2012 at 05:50:50 PM
- x - By Canta May 28, 2012 at 05:51:16 PM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 28, 2012 at 05:50:50 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran May 23, 2012 at 03:55:02 AM
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