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Posted on June 2, 2012 at 05:51:12 PM by El Aran
She waited, wondering if he would lecture her about Soraya or blindside her with some other issue— he had not been treating her like he used to, as of late. It bothered her, and she shifted in unconscious distaste of their ruptured peace. When he spoke, it was not to reprimand or accuse, and the black mare’s ears twisted toward him in curiosity. The seer watched as Encantador descended the hill, and once he’d broken into a trot on level ground she followed him. Extending her stride to catch up to him, El Aran fell in just behind his shoulder as she matched his pace. For a time, the black mare slipped into a light state of contentment. It was good to jog even if the sun was hot, and better still to spend time with her partner. El Aran could not recall the last time she and Encantador had spent time alone. Had it been when she first arrived at the desert after his return, hungry for the land of her past and surprised by the knowledge of his leadership of the sand? Or had it been during a sleepless night long ago when caught in the ragged remnants of her nightmares she’d pressed against him and trembled? Better to forget such things. Encantador stopped at the edge of the desert and the desert mare halted beside him. Her dark eyes shifted uneasily to the dark rising earth in the distance, recalling an oncoming storm and an unfortunate encounter with the offspring of evil incarnate. Bringing her gaze back to the dunskin stallion, she felt a moment of disgust with herself. While she’d been wrapped up in personal matters, Encantador had been providing for the herd. Despite whatever tension might exist between them, the desert mare looked upon her partner with approval. Though they had both broken out in sweat under the hot eye of the sun, Encantador appeared to have adapted to life in the desert quite well: he did not look tired or ill. "I think it is wise,” she replied. "Grazing is growing short at the oases, for there is little elsewhere. Perhaps we should spend the summer here, where it is not so hot and grass is plentiful." Almost, she wanted to warn him of the potential danger lurking in the lower foothills, but she recalled too clearly the way he’d spoken to her last time she’d expressed concern about another horse. Instead, looking out over the shrubby lands she asked, "And how far have we extended our home?" Aşk's eighth eye
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