Merwerit sent the contraption sailing at last, and Maslakhat let an amused smile play upon his lips as she continued her theatrical display of dominance, destroying the wretched thing that held her head for far too long. It was almost as if she had never been tame, as soon as she became unencumbered by it. The pearl-gold girl was finally free to run in whatever direction pleased her, from now until her dying day if she wished it.

“Too high a price, for something that can be attained with less,” he remarked, meeting her gaze with his own before turning away to regard how low the crescent moon hung in the fading night sky.

“You would do well to get some rest,” the golden bay stallion offered with a swish of his dark tail. “When the sun returns, the new day will be all your own.”

The gentle breeze of a fading summer rustled through the nearby palms and Maslakhat took a deep breath, enjoying the coolness of the early morning before the heat returned. He exhaled, closing his eyes and shifting his weight to one side, resting a rear hoof on its tip as he sought to heed his own advice. Indeed, tomorrow waited for no one.


MASLAKHAT

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