Vesti watched the black mare’s expressions. She spoke of Orhan throwing her out. A slight thought crossed her mind… but no. The arabian poisoning him? She flicked her ears back a bit. She should talk with Orhan again. What scared her though, was the idea of Orhan casting El Aran out. Sure she was a little touched and maybe held a lot of deep rooted fears, anxiety, and judgement… but she was still his mother.

If he’d do that to his own blood…

What happens when he discovers you do more than talk in your sleep? The Voice latched onto the opportunity. We’ll be back in the desert like she is. All alone and with no where to go.

Vesti’s ears flicked back again.

“I’ll watch him,” Vesti stated. She reached out her nose. “Good luck.” She watched the black mare disappear over the edge of the sand, watched until even the dust settled. And a shadow cast itself over the sun.

We’re on borrowed time. I hope you’re wrong.

Vesti