the blank stare she receives from the stranger is disheartening, at first. bhaskara loses her usual composure just a little then, with a half-cry half-whisper, ”she did. she did!” knowing for certain that indeed she was the daughter of arcana, though whether she was the last she could never truly be sure. after she and her mother were separated she had never heard anything again of the mare. sadly, she assumed by now that she was dead. the slender bay watches what she knows to be her sister’s face intensely. there is an ocean of relief that rolls over her as the expression on the painted mare shifts from disbelief to recognition. bhaskara’s body is still as stone, despite her initial outburst, and she feels a deep thudding in her heart, and soul, when she recognizes the goodness the universe has just bestowed on her, again. she had found them. bhaskara nods gently, her own chocolate eyes glassy. sister. her heart knows it. when evren steps close, she takes a step of her own, extending her dark muzzle out with reverence. ”i am bhaskara.” her plan for the future grows hazy then. it makes the most sense to join in the search for indira, to find the other family she knows exists on this earth, but there is also a renewed desperation to secure the homeland of her father. twice though she had been beaten by cain. she had promised herself she would keep trying, keep fighting, but to what end? the pull to family was greater, she thought, than to a land she loved but had never truly occupied. the choice was simple then. with bahadir busy with his own life, she would make her offer. ”i could help you search? i could help look for our sister, Indira.” |