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Posted on February 17, 2012 at 06:34:43 AM by El Aran
Chuckling at his first response, El Aran allowed herself a moment to run her eyes over Encantador in a wholly asexual way as he responded to her question about Daenerys. He did seem much healthier than he had all those seasons ago. His coat had faded in the sun, and he had filled out the way stallions do when they mature. He had been so young when he had stolen her from the desert. And here fate had brought them, back to the hot, dry lands so reminiscent of the black mare’s home. "Hm," she replied, swinging her eyes out to the desert as if his body had merely acted as a transition for her wandering gaze. She would have liked to expound on the topic of their friend, but the dun stallion had already carried the conversation away. El Aran had expected Encantador to fall into silence and collect his thoughts. He was always very careful with his words, even when they spilled out of him as they did now. A breeze rolled through and lifted gentle fingers through her mane. Encantador’s words were carried to her ears as they stood at attention and quivered. Again, he surprised her. Running over the words she had last spoken, El Aran deduced she had not made herself as clear as she could. The black mare intended that Encantador should tell her about his feelings, and what he had ben up to in his time away from the Islands, and even perhaps confess to her the amount of pain he was in so that she could shoulder part of his burden and carry it with him as was right. But the words he spoke were not what she anticipated. Where she had thought to be the healer, El Aran was in fact the one receiving a balm. She dropped her chin and brought it close to her chest, arching her dull black neck while pulling her feet together to stand even straighter than she had been a moment ago. "Encantador," and had there ever been a name spoken with such reverence? Yes, but only once before— "I would remain here with you, at your side." El Aran closed her eyes. In doing so, she brought a miasma of repressed memories to the front of her mind, all clamoring for her attention when she least had the time to spare for such thoughts. Simultaneously stepping forward and opening her eyes, the black mare reached out to press her velvety muzzle against her lead stallion’s neck. In time her lips would become chapped and cracked like the ground beneath her hooves that split under the eye of the sun, but for now they were soft and pliable. The dun stallion smelled of dust and sweat and even a little of rain, though as she pulled away and glanced up she could see a storm rolling in far in the distance. It would be good to have water again. Relaxing, she propped one hind hoof up and leaned her weight to the other side, flipping an ear his way. Her moment of stillness and joy had passed, the emotion so subtle she wondered if Encantador had seen it, and if he would understand what his words meant to her. But of course he could not, for when had she ever shared a part of herself with him, or with anyone? She might offer some general information here and there, but not once had she spoken of the horrors from her homeland. No one wanted to hear of such things. It occurred to her then, as she refocused her dark, liquid gaze on her companion, that perhaps he felt the same about his sire’s death, and that was why had had chosen never to disclose his own personal thoughts of the matter with her. She would not press him. "Where is Daenerys now?" she asked, returning to the conversation she’d meant to follow through with earlier. "One of us should go get her; bring her home." El Aran glanced to one side, a wordless admission of guilt as she continued, "I should not have secluded myself the way I did while you were away. I nearly lost what is most important to me." Her Goddess’s shrine. El Aran’s family. Aşk's eighth eye
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- a welcome arrow through the heart - By encantador February 19, 2012 at 05:45:05 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 22, 2012 at 09:37:55 AM
- x - By Shiva February 24, 2012 at 07:11:37 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran February 22, 2012 at 09:37:55 AM
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