A quiet hush had fallen over the Desert that brought worry to Melisma’s heart. Cain had all but disappeared as he had done before. The black mare could only begin to guess what plagued her stallion, but she did not fault him for seeking solitude at times. She had sought it herself too many times through out her life; well, most of her life, to ever judge for someone else to need it. But his scent was getting too stale upon the borders as she patrolled them in his absence and although she hoped he was alright, Melisma also worried for the herd if he did not come back.
When the black and white stallion returned as her heart knew he would eventually, Melisma did not seek out his company straight away. The others in the herd needed to reacquaint themselves with him and she did not feel jealous as she watched from afar. Of course, she longed for his touch too. The comfort only a stallion could give. Instead, she turned her green eyes to the growing herd. It had nearly doubled in size since she had come here, despite its losses.
She had done her best by the herd; leading them to water, food and watching for any dangers that might come lurking into the Desert. The strange stallion had not been missed by her watchful eyes, but instead of going to confront him, she had asked the herd to move with her further away and to safety. Strangely though, Melisma had not grown close to anyone, which bothered her. So, the lead mare let out a soft nicker towards the herd. Hoping someone would come keep her company.
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