She was a failure.
The black mare swam through the murky winter waters, her eyes set on her home. She knew Cain would not fault her for her lack of information she carried, at least she hoped, but it ate at her as if it were a disease. Even as she stepped onto the sandy beach, the heat of Salem greeting her in it’s warm embrace, Melisma felt chilled from her failure. How could she ever beg his forgiveness? Head hanging and ears pinning, the black mare didn’t even bother to shake away the water that clung to her form as she tried to gather the courage to….
Wait….
Head raising, the mare’s green gaze cast across the golden sands. The scent of her stallion was no longer prominent in the air. Instead, it was muffled by that of a dominating mare. What had happened in the season she had spent away?! Ears forward now, the lean mare quickly scaled a raised dune to look out across the expanse of the desert. She could see the oasis she had spent with Akello that first day, but her eyes did not see the black and white figure of the stallion. In fact, she didn’t see anyone. Worry was quickly giving way to panic, and Melisma let out a piercing cry, hoping someone she knew would answer and ease her fear of what was going on.
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