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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on February 15, 2013 at 11:25:51 PM by el aran
Her son’s sigh was not unusual enough to drag El Aran from her thoughts, but her own instincts as a mother pulled her head up when he addressed her directly in his soft, unassuming way. It felt good to hear the tongue of her people again, and she was glad that her son used ana when he spoke to her. It reminded her of home. She brought her dark eyes to Orhan as a jumble of questions poured from him, and her ears flicked to the sides as he ducked his head to nose at his leg. For a moment she stood in silence, considering each of his questions in turn.
"You will know," she said. "But if the time comes that this desert and its inhabitants needs you, and you are not ready— you will become so, for the sake of all who live here." She blew out a long breath, a deeper sigh than his had been earlier. "The blood of your father runs within you, Orhan, as well as my own. Your bloodlines are greater than you know. Do not fear: in time, you will become who you are meant to be. As for that stallion—" and here her ears laid back entirely, her distaste evident in the cant of her head and how her nostrils wrinkled "—If you must fight him, then that is what you will do, as this land dictates that I, a mare, cannot hold any power over the land. And you will win, Orhan." The seer turned her head to pin her son with one hard, dark eye. "And our lives will continue as they have." She was not worried that he would lose, if it came down to a battle. Though her son had not fought before, as far as she was aware, El Aran herself had not been hindered by inexperience when it came down to defending herself and her herd. When pressed beyond comfort, a horse could do many, many things. The black mare looked into the rain again and wondered what her course of action would be if her son did lose. This Desert had been her home for a significantly longer time than any other land on the islands, or even the desert she had come from. El Aran tossed her head, and chose not to think about it any longer. She could deal with that when the time came to make such a decision. "Winning and losing are not important, Orhan. The herd, and the safety of the herd, are what matter. If losing will still keep the herd safe, then sometimes that is the trail that must be walked, no matter how bitter it lays on the tongue." The seer pressed her nose against the warm curve of her son’s neck for a moment in a gesture of comfort. It was not much, but it was all she could give to him. el aran
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- dust becomes us all, in the end - By o r h a n February 19, 2013 at 06:14:15 PM
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