The Lost Islands
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FEARLESS ON MY BREATH




ORHAN


Like a dream the Arabian mare appeared out of the darkness, floating across the dunes with infinite grace. Tense and still, Orhan watched her with his breath caught in his throat. Once, twice, then three times his eyes flickered to the empty landscape behind her to be sure she had not been followed, but for now - thankfully - there was no one else. He could not be sure how much time they had, however. However tempting it might have been to stay up all night with her, he had to make this brief.

"A'idah," he said, stepping forward to touch her, then hesitating. Her countenance was not unfriendly, yet there was no smile on her face. Was she not happy to see him? "I've been meaning to come back ever since the last time. I'm sorry it took me so long," he explained with earnest, arching his neck and searching her eyes with his. A cool breeze scattered the sand at their feet, and he shivered despite the sweat still clinging to his pale body.

He looked her up and down. "How are you? Are you well? Is your stallion... treating you kindly?" One ear flicked back at the memory of the bald-faced stallion who had last escorted him from these premises. The incident had not left a good impression of the man in Orhan's mind, and since then he had worried for A'idah's wellbeing. At the very least, it did not look like he had managed to get A'idah with his child; she was as small and sleek as ever.

ARABIAN / AKHAL-TEKE / MUSTANG - 15’1 - EE Aa nCr - SIX - EL ARAN x ENCANTADOR - SHIVA


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