Her ears twitched at the vehemence in her son’s reply, but El Aran’s expression remained smooth as she looked at the pale buckskin stallion. She did not know what prompted such a reaction from him, but it soon became clear: the mare had no intention of staying. The seer blinked once, then inhaled deeply. When she exhaled, it was with an abrupt snort, a laugh. "We will see about that," she said.
There was something about Vesti that made the black mare think their visitor would be taking up a more permanent residency with the small Desert herd. There was safety in numbers, after all, and neither Orhan nor El Aran were so intolerant that the company of a similarly solitary horse would be turned away. The black mare welcomed Vesti and looked forward to getting to know the sorrel mare better.
She faced the Desert again and glanced sidelong at her son. "I do not think she will find comfort in the empty sands after I have spoken with her. She is welcome to make her own choice, of course, but whether she has admitted it to herself yet or not, she belongs here. With us." Their family was growing, and she would not see it reduced to just Orhan and herself again.
Perhaps, in the morning, El Aran would make a foray out to the Crossing and see if there were any other wanderers looking for a home.
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