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Posted on May 2, 2012 at 04:44:48 PM by El Aran
Assiduously avoiding the place where Razvan had fallen, El Aran had spent most of her time since that unfortunate occurrence in the main oasis, reflecting. Sometimes she would stare into the distant sky, looking for the wheeling forms of vultures as they descended to feast on the corpse, but her eyes often found nothing but sunlight. Occasionally insubstantial clouds would cross her vision, and once she had smelled the promise of rain in the distance, but the signs had come to nothing. Her dreams were wearying, all nightmares and no answers. So she walked, her skinny black legs carrying her over the sands and away from shelter from the sun. The heat seeping past her thin coat and into her black skin was a comfort she reveled in. It had been too long since El Aran had allowed herself to relax. Almost without thinking, she traveled toward the sea. It was time she confronted it. Perhaps listening to the ceaseless rush of waves against the shore would ease her nightmares. She came to stand on the shoreline just out of reach of the tide. Pressing her hooves into the damp sand, she closed her eyes against the playful wind that slapped across her skin, coiling her mane and tugging at her tail. Off to her right she heard the low voice of another. Opening her dark eyes, she turned her head to survey the area. Encantador and Sova stood looking out at sea, and the seer moved from her place on the shore to join them. The dunskin stallion looked pensive, and the smoky black girl concerned. El Aran, too, felt uncertain in the face of the unpredictable ocean. She doubted they would mind if she directed their attention to less discouraging things. Dipping her head in greeting to the two of them, she tried to gauge if she was interrupting anything as she asked, "Have either of you ever met —or heard of— a mare called Soraya?" Aşk's eighth eye
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Replies:
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 10, 2012 at 05:00:23 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran May 15, 2012 at 06:36:53 PM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 16, 2012 at 05:10:36 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran May 23, 2012 at 03:55:02 AM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 28, 2012 at 05:50:50 PM
- x - By Canta May 28, 2012 at 05:51:16 PM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 28, 2012 at 05:50:50 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran May 23, 2012 at 03:55:02 AM
- have heart, my dear; we're bound to be afraid - By encantador May 16, 2012 at 05:10:36 PM
- The devil is in the details - By El Aran May 15, 2012 at 06:36:53 PM
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