Her anxiety eased to hear that their land would not extend into the rocky crags that bordered the island. Her next indrawn breath was exhaled in a long, deep sigh and she shifted her weight to prop the tip of one hind hoof against the sand. Allowing her eyes to drift half-closed, El Aran surveyed their new land with detached interest. There would be much more in this part of the desert to engage the foals than in the expansive, sun-baked sand of their home. The oases were not very large at all.
Nor were there any foals.
Encantador’s question fell on the end of her thought and the black mare closed her dark eyes for a long moment. When she spoke, her gaze opened to meet his and her voice was strong. "Our family is broken," she said. "I do not know if we will be whole again." Or if Daenerys would return again from wherever it was she continued to disappear to. Something had happened when Encantador had first gone away, and El Aran wondered if perhaps that had prompted the sudden flightiness in the black and white mare. Dany had never shown any tendency other than loyalty— when they had first met, she was newly claimed by the dunskin stallion and stood up for his actions despite having only known him for a short time. "She had a good heart," El Aran murmured.
"Why do you ask such a question?" the seer asked, continuing in the space of a breath: "Are you unhappy?"
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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