Standing cannon deep in the oasis water was an interesting sensation. Her legs were comfortable under the water, and the lick of the shifting surface cooled her hot skin when it lapped higher up her legs. The rest of her body was warm, as always, and already she could feel the wetness on her coat drying under the eye of the sun. "It is good that you are with us," she said, looking over at the mare who still lolled in the water. "We have been three for a long time. Four is a good number."
Some claimed life was a journey, and Sova’s words certainly seemed to confirm that idea. El Aran, too, had been on what some might call an adventure, although lately she had settled into a routine. "Have you found him, then? Your father?" she asked. The seer could not recall her own. Only the lead stallion of her herd, the strongest male role model she had ever encountered. It had never bothered El Aran that she did not know her biological sire, but she supposed most horses had some sort of relationship with the stallion who had half a part in creating them and would want to continue that. The desert mare was of the opinion that she couldn’t miss something she’d never had, and so she was content. "Your mother, she did not return with you?"
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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