Vesti

Maybe she is as unhinged as you are. Shut up! I’m just saying it. El Aran does not strike me as the crazy type. Not all know. Not all admit it. You know, if you were physical, I’m pretty sure you’d be a cobra. Nah. Too obvious. The commentary continued in Vesti’s mind as El Aran spoke. The crossing. A strange stallion. An Akhal-teke.

What’s an Akhal-teke? I have no idea… Vesti locked eyes with El Aran. The woman spoke firmly. War? Vesti did not actually have a concept of that. Being in isolation for so long, she had little ability to learn much about such ideas. But the lead mare in front of her had never struck Vesti as crazy.

“El Aran,” Vesti looked at the black mare. She thought back to the chestnut arabian with the strange white on her belly. Perhaps El Aran should know. At the same time, she didn’t want to get Orhan into too much trouble. After all, all he had done was give the girl water and then show her back out to sea. “I spotted a pair of visitors yesterday, but they weren’t arabians… or Akhal-Tekes…” She sighed. “Actually, I’m unfamiliar with Akhal-Tekes.” She laughed a little. “I saw them off to the beach the other day. They were from Atlantis.”

“So, what qualities other than coat-color should I look out for?” She looked at the black mare. Vesti was serious. El Aran might be suffering from some mental disease. She might not be. Vesti didn’t want to take the chance that the elder mare knew things she didn’t. “Run if I see a grey arab with bloodied shoulders.” She nodded. “And other purebloods?”

Vesti herself had never paid attention to breed. There wasn’t a reason to. Horses were horses after all. What was it that set El Aran off so much? Want to ask her? Vesti did and didn’t.

“El Aran,” Vesti nodded. “I need to understand. I’ll be on the lookout - but I’m missing some piece of information.” She looked at the mare. “Why can’t we trust purebreds?”

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