Sleep, for once, had come easy and lasted through the night. El Aran woke to a glorious sun rise that promised to burn the sands underhoof with its heat. She inhaled, deeply, her nostrils flared wide and her head lifted to take in the morning air. A touch of cool still clung to it although the night had long ago fled. She felt ready for the day, confident and prepared for whatever trials she might face under the watchful eye of the sun. There had been a lot of commotion around the desert as of late and it had unsettled her for a bit.
Today, though, she was unconquerable.
Striding away from the main oasis and the rest of the herd, the black mare broke into an easy trot and set off to explore the territory. Since so many strangers had been popping in over the last few days, she judged it worthwhile to keep a careful eye on the border.
Today it was a young smoky black stallion, hardly matured, who stood waiting for someone at the edge of the desert. The call her emitted as she drew nearer indicated he desired to speak with the lead of the land, and who was El Aran if not half of what he was expecting? Since her partner had not joined her on her jaunt, and she was closest, the desert mare decided she would deal with the young stallion until Encantador arrived.
"What is it you need?" she asked as she halted before the young male. Perhaps her words were a bit brusque, but the mare herself stood with an arch in her neck and her tail flagged. She was in a good mood today.
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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