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Gonna make love to the stars
Posted on November 28, 2017 at 03:37:36 PM by Evaline



I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.



It was like something out of a dream.

Evaline walked solemnly through the white sands, the landscape seemingly illuminated in the moonlight and by the twinkling stars overhead. For as far as her round, chocolate eyes could see, there was only rising and falling sand and where the sand met the sky. Eventually the dark hazy mass of the oasis came into view. Evaline could pick out Priya and Kav in her mind just by catching their faint scents in the evening breeze. But in the distance stood someone else, too.

One golden ear lobe flicked forward and then the other. Her heart did a somersault in her chest and her gut tightened. A barely audible exhale shot through her whiskered lips as she strained her old eyes to see clearer, sharper, at the body coming toward her in the distance. Could it be?

Evaline stopped walking. She stood stiffly at the crest of the last dune, before the gentle slope down toward the valley of the main oasis. There she waited for Valve to come to her.

A chill ran down the length of her spine as the dark mare halted in front of her, standing tall and stoic as ever. Then, she said her name.

Evaline could have melted to the earth then and there. She would have died happy. But instead, the mare raised her petite head high over her withers, one ear laced against her poll and her gaze stern and unforgiving. She chomped hard on nothing but air and snorted, finally tearing her gaze away from Valve in protest. But she couldn't do so for long. After a prolonged and low exhale signaling her defeat, Evaline's body relaxed, the muscles along her thin frame coming loose and her head lowering to hover in line with her chest and shoulders. She looked at Valve warmly, offering her a crooked, lazy grin before taking a few steps forward to close the distance between them.

She nickered warmly to her and stopped only once she'd pressed the length of her face into the mare's warm neck, crooned in her fur just before the start of her shoulder. She breathed in Valve's scent deeply and hovered there for some time. "Next time, take me with you."



17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso, Ruxin & Talya | Vinyl

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