Soggy and discontent, El Aran had spent the latter half of the night awake and deeply immersed in her own thoughts. It was hard to sleep amidst the downpour, and it would have been even if her mind had not been full of ideas and questions and memories. Dawn’s arrival had not brought any solutions, and for the first time since she’d left her beloved desert, El Aran wondered if she should go home. Staring at the sun-streaked sky, the black mare knew if she were to leave now she would view it as abandoning her herd, her family. She could not leave Daenerys and Encantador. The thought of him drew her gaze away from the sky and past the herd, over to where he stood viewing the Desert from atop a small dune.
Encantador. Once her captor, now her partner. A stallion she did not know well at all.
It was Dany who cemented their little family. El Aran wondered if she would have anything to do with the dunskin if her sister was not so enamored with him. He was young, but he had a good head between his shoulders. She knew her doubt stemmed from their recent conflict, and she forced it away with a deep exhale as her gaze shifted elsewhere. She was not sure how to deal with that, and more than ever she wished for her spotted sister’s guidance in this matter. Dany was good at dealing with emotions.
He’d been watching her much as she’d been watching him, and it was no surprise to the desert mare when he summoned her with a soft call. "Aşk," she breathed, inhaling deeply to compose herself and empty her mind of distractions before she turned and made her way across the gritty sand. Ascending the gentle slope that the mustang had positioned himself on, El Aran came to a stop beside her stallion counterpart and viewed the Desert with him. "Bayım," she greeted him in a dry tone. It was with some effort that she lightened her voice as she continued, "The storm was good for the land. I see new growth."
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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