As the two siblings caught up, El Aran felt herself begin to relax. It helped to have Encantador beside her, and it helped that Valencia’s attention was no longer directly on her. How had she never guessed that her lead stallion came from such distinguished lines? He had been heir to the Harbor when he’d stolen her from the Desert, and Dany had been convinced of his good heart despite being brought to the Harbor without a choice much like the black mare had been. Dany was smart. El Aran should have understood how special Encantador was at that moment, but it had taken her until now —years later— to see.
Almost, she pulled away (she was not worthy to touch the flesh of the yüce’s kin), but Valencia’s gaze shifted to her again and every muscle clenched as she held herself still beside her partner. She had not been paying attention to their conversation, caught up in her own awe-filled thoughts as she was, and El Aran did not know how they had switched topics. The black mare wanted nothing more than to be an unseen bystander in the presence of the spotted mare.
But just as quickly, Encantador pulled the conversation away from her. Did he know? Had he felt her panic as her body tensed against his? Or was it unintentional— it sounded like the siblings had not seen one another for a long time. El Aran thought of leaving, to let the two of them catch up without her, but she could not simply walk away from the yüce without being dismissed. She turned her head and looked out over their home and tried to slow her racing heart.
Aşk's eighth eye
♥ Uforia
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