Quinta had only just raised her head when El Aran spoke of her wishes. Black trimmed ears cupping forward she listened to the splashes as the mare moved away and towards the deeper water. So it was safe then which the bay was grateful for. Lowering her head to let her lips brush the water again she finally allowed her knees to buckle and then for her body to follow into the water. The liquid that met her skin upon her belly, sides and legs was ever so blissful. It rid the filly of the heat the dampened her skin with sweat but her joyful moment only lasted just that…a moment.


The clearing of a throat startled the filly and quickly she jerked her face around to the voice that spoke nothing but a greeting. Not knowing whether he was a threat or not, Quinta quickly brought herself to stand once more and again turned her face towards him as El Aran spoke to him. Encantador That was his name, or the name that El Aran returned the greeting by. She also introduced Quinta in which Quinta didn’t mind but thought it a bit odd. What would it really matter who she was or where she was from? And then another question hit her, would he keep her captive here? She didn’t want to be held here against her will, especially in this deadly desert where there was no chance she could ever survive if she was to find herself alone again.


“hello”


It is a simple and quite greeting, barely even whispered. She was taught better than to be rude but what was there really for her to say? So instead she waited for what was to be said next before she did anything else.