Still shaky, Valencia’s next words rocked the black mare’s world for the second time in the span of ten minutes. It seemed stupid now, but El Aran had never considered that fact that Encantador might have siblings. She had known of his sire, for the stallion had been the lead of the Harbor, but it hadn’t crossed her mind that he had a dam, or sisters, or brothers.
Nor had she suspected that his line carried such glorious colors.
El Aran blinked, at a loss for words. Hoofsteps from behind caught her attention and in the silence between herself and the mare, she swiveled an ear back to listen. The careful tread was familiar. The seer turned her head and watched as they were joined by Encantador himself. As if to prove reality still existed, El Aran shifted to stand closer to her partner. The brush of his barrel against hers and the roughness of his coat was refreshing, and it grounded her as he addressed his sister.
Reluctant to intrude on their reunion, El Aran leaned against the dunskin stallion and observed the pretty mare from over the slope of his nose.
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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