Vesti

Vesti watched him. He kept his back to her, seeming to let the rain pelt him. To take him away or wash him clean. Vesti blinks the water back and shakes her wet mane. It makes a slapping sound. She had hoped he’d continue. The desert horses were those who kept to their minds as much as in their own company. She doubted though that many more than her heard another voice that had no form.

Orhan spoke. Then turned. He looked wild for a moment, his eyes deep and dark. There was something he had left behind it seemed.

Vesti nodded. She had never truly been in love. What she had with Badr… she didn’t know whether to call it hate or passion. A hot feeling when he had been there, and she had been angry when he left. Orhan spoke of the cold, the snow, and his trip away from Salem. She nodded.

So what did he leave behind that he thinks about it? Speaks of it? Dreams of it? Who knows but him? Perhaps he’ll share. What makes you so curious? I’m always curious, Vesti.

“Well, both the hot and the cold have their advantages I suppose,” Vesti sighed. “And longing for a different pacing.” She looked at her, her hazel eyes looking deep into his. “So, what makes snow so memorable? Besides being sand made of water.” If she was careful, she might be able to loosen his tongue.

of course i was afraid but i wasn't going to let fear stop me

mare, seven, 15 hh, morgan x aqh, sorrel, the desert, unknown x unknown