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Posted on January 7, 2013 at 06:16:24 PM by el aran
As she lifted her head, lips dripping from the water she’d allowed herself to drink, El Aran heard the slow footfalls of another off to her left. They were too heavy to belong to her son, and two slow— that boy seemed to run and leap everywhere he went, as if his energy was endless. The black mare turned her head, ears pushed out to the sides as she stared into the darkness for the stranger. A bulky shadow moved in the night and entered her oasis. El Aran’s ears turned back and her weight shifted to her hindquarters as she prepared to pivot and leap at the intruder. No doubt it was another Purebred come to raise Hell in her sanctuary. El Aran would drive it off just as she had the last one.
The horse spoke, and her voice was soft and light. So. It was a mare who approached her, one with no threat in her step or tone. El Aran’s ears lifted and she turned, her front hooves splashing as she stepped out of the water. "Hello," she replied. "Are you lost? Come drink. There is plenty of water here." The mare must be lost. There was no herd in the Desert; had not been a herd since Encantador had ruled the sands with her. Even the Purebred’s brief stay on her sands had not been long enough to formulate a group of mares. There was only El Aran and Orhan. The Desert was not kind to horses. Only those used to the heat and incessant beat of the sun against their back would voluntarily enter a land that would sooner let you die than survive. But perhaps the mare in her oasis was exactly such a horse, and she’d followed her nose to the strongest source of water in all the Desert. That was something to be impressed by. Few horses in these Isles of the Lost understood the Desert like the seer did, and she missed the company of those who loved the hot sands and indifferent sun to the depth she did. "My name is El Aran," the bony mare said. "Have you come to join me in my Desert?" Wouldn’t that be pleasant? She could rebuild her herd, and eventually a stallion would come to protect his breeding rights with the females she had gathered. They could hold their own against the world, protected by the sands and their own cunning. And if a stallion did come, they could reject him or accept him as they pleased. El Aran smiled. el aran
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