Vesti had begun to wonder if this would ever come about. She’d been either too direct; or he truly had been too young. She knew the season was passing quickly and it was becoming difficult to keep hope up. El Aran’s departure had left the Desert feeling a little more empty, but she didn’t really question Orhan about it. She kept their last few conversations to herself, refusing to let herself slip into paranoia. Her mind wasn’t that way.

Except for the Sea.

This morning though, there was a change in the air. Strangely enough, early thoughts of going back to sleep and telling the Sun to go away where tossed aside by Orhan’s approach. Aww… he looks so nervous. It’s sickening. the Voice grumbled. Vesti shook the sleep from her face as he approached, her ears flicked forward as he spoke.

Electricity seemed to rush her as he ran his muzzle over her neck. There was only one reason for him to come to her. And the filly deep down in the mare was jumping around for excitement. His words only added to that joy, her eyes lighting up. She reached out to brush his muzzle with her own, a smile on her features.

Oh, don’t be so giddy. You’re making me sick. Shut up!

“We are alone,” Vesti smiled. “It isn’t a difficult thing.” She nuzzled him again. This was going to be a great thing.

Vesti