A'idah
Delicate ears swivel as the foreign words exit his mouth, but it was accompanied with a dip of dished head. He must be appreciative that she has allowed him to speak further. A smile twitches at the edge of her dark lips, she quite enjoys this arabian. She is attentive to his next words, she figures that with the urgency, he is on some sort of quest. As he speaks, she soaks in his words. A desert far, across the sea. Purebloods, it sounds much like her homeland, but they do not speak the same language. A desert, but not her own. He seeks two horses, she hopes that maybe she would be able to help Gabbar with his quest. He had after all freed her from the control of Olaf.
"Purebreds, are hard to come across on these Islands, if you have yet to notice." Yet, she begins to comb through the horses that she has encountered here. Orhan, she enhales sharply, the buckskin from the neighboring terriory. Then she continues. Braylen, a painted mixed breed. As Gabbar continues, he mentions a fleabitten gray, an arabian with bloodmarks on her shoulders. How long had it been since she had seen El Halin? Almost a year, atleast has passed since seeing this mare. "Gabbar, I have seen one of these horses you speak of, El Halin. I met her, in the Falls some time ago. She was there with a teke, one that I am not fond of. His name was Maslakhat. " She practically spits his name out, it drips with disgust for the Teke.
She lets her gaze float to the ebony Teke, on the hill. Suspiciously she eyes her, she would not trust her, until she was worthy of it. Then her gaze finds itself on Gabbar once again. "She was in search of a blind seer, one that she believes is here on the Islands." She pauses, before continuing. "She had mentioned that seers carry the El in front of their name. It was a gift bestowed onto them by the Gods. Gabbar, I know of another horse on these Islands with such a title." Her mind wanders to El Aran.
Flaxen Chestnut Rabicano - Egyptian - 14.2 hh
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