Posted on August 24, 2012 at 07:06:44 AM by BADR
 She has hard eyes.
Opting to ignore his words that would lead her further into the oasis to find comfort and safety under the eaves of the desert trees and amongst the sand grasses, the girl meets his gaze almost defiantly. She has the eyes of a warrior, a woman true to her previous post in the peak, for this Badr admires her. Turning back at the sound of his name, he meets her gaze and watches her, seeing how she turns her head back to flick a soft gaze in the direction of another figure, one that he did not see crossing the border of his home and moving cautiously towards the belly of the dunes. He knows that these are the women he has plucked up from the rocky face of the peak, and it is in silence that he watches the second mare approach. She would not be here long, this he is even more knowledgeable of, and that it is his duty (or perhaps it would be honorable of him) to tell her that once she had replenished her strength, she was to go home. All thanks to the charity of one of her women comrades. “What do you want?” Once again, his attention is dragged back to the pale woman, his eyes dragging across her face as he observes the blank expression she wears, and he would have felt intimidated had his own face not worn a mask of pure indifference even at the most joyous of occasions. “That would be telling.” His voice is smooth as he answers her, not once betraying his confusion of her question, and instead keeping some sort of an air of mystery to his words, instead of handing out answers left and right. For now, though, he turns his attention to the other woman, assuming her name from what Valencia has said, and direction her with orders. “Evrona.” He calls her name across the short distance between them. “Drink your fill, eat, and rest. You are to return to the peak and notify Sterkte of your arrival.” She cannot know of the deal struck by the larger black mare, no doubt she would figure it out upon her return. badr The unmoral vigilante. stallion. flaxen liver chestnut. unknown crossbreed. ee aa ff. fifteen & three hands. eight years. russell. |
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