Vesti

The rains were long. They always made the chestnut mare anxious. She had been caught in a desert flood once. It had been a year ago. It had brought about horrible flashbacks and she had run for miles. Miles and miles through mud that threatened to swallow her up until she had reached the ruined Badlands. The Sea had been angry that day as well. Sending agents to bring her back to it.

The rain had been going on for a week.

Ok, I’ll admit it, the voice muttered. It sounded as soggy as she felt. Everywhere was wet, and Vesti had shortly realized that leaving the Oasis was a bad idea. The desert sands had been turned to mud and not a mile west there was a fine, small lake building. She’d squashed a cobra, that was also not happy about this weather.

For some reason, that made her feel better.

She trotted through the Oasis, looking for Orhan or El Aran. She spotted the buckskin stallion sleeping by the rock. She wasn’t going to bother him, but he seemed to twitch oddly. She perked her ears and turned her head. He must have been dreaming. Vesti approached, not wanting to necessarily wake him. Something though struck her as odd.

Kazga the word hung in the air. Vesti’s ears pricked. Sleep talking was not necessarily an unusual thing. But that did not sound, well, encouraging. The word hung in the air and there was something about it. It worried her. She walked over and gently bumped her nose against Orhan’s head.

“Orhan?” She asked quietly. She wouldn’t try too hard to wake him. If he was close to the world of the living, he would come back. She was sure of it. But it was best to talk to the waking what you spoke about in dreams - lest the Voices gain hold. At least, that was what she had told Grai all those years ago.

of course i was afraid but i wasn't going to let fear stop me

mare, seven, 15 hh, morgan x aqh, sorrel, the desert, unknown x unknown