He introduced himself, giving her a name as smooth as his voice, and El Aran was satisfied. Encantador had told her of the two stallions who resided in the Desert with them, but had only given her Razvan’s name. She would forever recognize the somber red dun from here on out. Having learned his name, she could think of nothing left worth discussing with him. With a cordial dip of her head, the black mare stepped away from his side and dropped her head to the dry grass to graze. She meandered in a half circle around the drying oasis almost at the same pace as the sun, her curved ears flipping this way and that as she kept most of her attention on her surroundings. Periodically she would raise her dished head and look around, waiting for her family to return.
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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