A'idah
A promise is a cloud, rain is fulfillment
Honey colored eyes settle on the crimson and ivory painted stallion, for a split second she felt a tinge of guilt for being so short with him. "Aassaf, please excuse my rudeness." She pauses, she searches his face. For a split second there was contempt, she quietly wonders about where he had came from? As he makes his way from the cool waters, she warily watches him, yes she had invited him to her. But she still could not help the distrust she felt towards any member of this herd. She did not trust easily, especially with the burden that she carried with her. A teke spy could easily infiltrate any herd, with their lies, convincing innocent horse of their devious plot.
The painted stallion continued to explain the meaning of his words, a blessing? On her? She had done nothing to warrant such kindness. "Baraka? A blessing on me?" She could not hide the surprise.
She lifts her dished crown higher into the air, her honey colored eyes gaze off into the distance. She could not hide that she wanted to be elsewhere. It was dangerous here on Salem. She could not shake the feeling, that she needed to flee. Perhaps it was because that is all she had been doing for the last year, or it was the overwhelming darkness that hung over her. She knew the inky sheba would come from her, track her down and fulfill her promise of leaving her to die in the sands. She shakes out her blonde tresse. "I do not belong here."
Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano | Egyptian | 14.2 hh
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