It had begun.
El Aran stood next to the wide pool of the oasis, her head up and ears forward as she stared beyond the loose band of shrubbery that bordered the small haven. Her sleep, as always, had been restless. This morning she woke with the sun in her eyes and a dream spilling forgotten from her head. The more she tried to cling to it, the less substantial it became.
But she knew. Oh, she knew. Trouble was brewing. Somewhere, for someone. Maybe her. Maybe the Desert. Maybe the Islands as a whole. The black mare shook herself out, unsettled by her thread of thought, and snorted. If she could have retained the dream, maybe she would know with certainty what message Aşk had sent her. Since her return to the Islands of the Lost, her dreams had been as scarce as solid sleep.
The skinny mare was in danger of shrinking to near bones and skin once again. Sustenance would bring strength, and she needed to maintain her endurance. One could not protect herself or others if one was weak. She dipped her head to graze on the grass that grew in the oasis, raising it often to scan the surrounding Desert for signs of danger.
el aran
Seer of Aşk. |