He is all wrong, and yet at the same time everything right.
Ak Burun strides along the even floor of the valley between the tall sands as she watches him. He climbs one of the dunes ahead with energy so contagious the black mare finds herself picking up her own nimble hooves in a trot. She could restrain herself, she thinks as she loses sight of the ascending stallion when she reaches the base of his dune, and be sedate as a broodmare waiting to foal, but Ak Burun embraces the vivacity his gleaming form inspires. She flows up the dune like water down a hill as she cuts a diagonal course up the face to find him.
His high cry hangs in the air, a beacon to her ears, and Ak Burun corrects her course to aim higher until finally she comes upon the brilliant male. Her fine black legs stiffen as she slides to a halt and secures herself before the sand rattling down around her feet can catch her up in a dangerous descending wave. "Buradasınız," she says, her eyes flaring wide during the moment she drinks him in. Sun-soaked and shining, his every line draws the eye down across and over and back again to repeat—and Ak Burun’s second pass is slower, more appreciative of everything she sees.
Her gaze finally sweeps up the elegant curve of his neck and steps across his firm jaw to meet his eyes, and her own neck curls in arrogant delight. "Sonunda buradasın." |