Valve watched Evaline from a distance for some time, her jet-black coat shining in the bright sun of the desert a stark contrast to the pale gold sand dune she stood upon. A dry breeze tousled her mane and the edges of her long and stringy tail and she found her mind peacefully sparse for a change.

Kasabian was dead at her hooves and since that day he fell she hadn’t thought of him once. He meant absolutely nothing to her—he was a pest buzzing around all their heads that needed a swift and final solution. Valve was all too happy to be that solution, and now that the palomino mare and her children were back in the Dunes, she figured it was time to at least check on her. She was sure Gabbar, Avangeline and even Nyazik were around somewhere, but since Valve had taken it upon herself to protect the mare she figured it was a necessary part of her duties since the rest of them weren’t keeping as close an eye on her as she.

Ambling down the side of the dune toward Evaline, she let her dark eyes flick to the two foals jumping about nearby. Valve had never been a mother, but based on what she had seen of Evaline these last few weeks, these clearly weren’t her first children. They were however, children of rape. Evaline had not been pregnant before she was stolen and now she had these two little souvenirs to remind her of her ordeal in the Lagoon. If somehow they had traded places, Valve would have made sure those foals were dead. But they weren’t—and she assumed Evaline had a good reason why she let them continue, so she wanted to hear it.

“Evaline,” Valve greeted her with an even voice. “How are you,” she asked with a gleam in her eye that warned the golden mare that she best be honest about the answer to that question. The black Akhal-Teke was not in the business of making small talk.

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