El Aran walked because she was tired of standing.
The Oasis was quiet. Daenerys had disappeared again, and the black mare wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Their herd was already small, and she did miss her sister. She did not doubt that Encantador missed the black and white mare as well. The seer was glad Sova had returned, for a herd of two was not much of a herd at all. Perhaps, come fall, El Aran would seek to supplement their number with a foal from her partner. Carrying a foal was an idea that had once seemed foreign to her. In her desert, seers were not meant to lead, nor were they meant to breed. El Aran had done both on the islands. She wondered if that made her less of a seer.
Tossing her head, the desert mare strode through the hanging dust under the eye of the burning sun and discovered she was not as alone as she had previously assumed. Not far away stood a chestnut mare, a newborn suckling at her side. El Aran smelled birthing fluids on the wind, and the still damp patch of ground behind the chestnut proved that the birth was recent enough that the ground had still not absorbed all of the liquid. It would dry soon, but it would still not be wise to remain at the birthing site.
Nearing the two, she whickered a greeting. "We should not stay here. The birth will attract predators," she said. "Come." And, turning, she took a few steps to lead the mare and her child back to the main oasis. She glanced back, waiting for them to catch up, and asked, "Has he a name?"
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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