Radiant

“Mesularia, Sire of my Herd, has great wisdom daughter. In embracing Farazan as a true friend of the herd, he has now become a member of the herd whether he wishes to stay or leave. In that way, there will be no unrest among our young stallions.”

Shanara noticed her daughter’s worried expression.

“Do not worry daughter, your father is wise. He has accepted Farazan but he still watches the hills and protects our herd as he always has.”

Selisha was relieved. There was something about Farazan she did not trust. That night, Farazan approached Selisha as her mother sent her to check on the young fillies playing in the stream. His great shadow covered over Selisha like a great thick fog once had in her valley and she shivered.

“Be still child, do not be afraid. I mean you no harm.”

Marvelous

At those words Selisha’s head went up and she stared at the great stallion with her eyes full of the pride that was her dam’s and her sire’s. Her eyes flashed in anger.

“I fear you not Farazan, Teacher and Traveller from the South. You are a guest and a true friend to my sire, the Great Mesularia. In that there can be no fear.”

Farazan dropped his gaze to the young fillies in the stream and his eyes held a sudden warmth she had not noticed before.

“My travelling takes me to many strange places where I meet many strange people. Forgive me if I ever cause you to be angry or,” he paused as he looked back at her slowly, “or worse. Selisha, you are most certainly the daughter of Shanara and Mesularia, and you are not as young as I had first thought. For speaking to you as thus please truly forgive me. I have travelled far to reach your herd. On the next nightfall must I also leave your herd.

Splendid

Before I go, I must speak with your whole herd as I have news that will affect you all. I must now go and speak with your Great Sire.”

Selisha’s gaze followed his proud gallop back to the canopy of her father and she sighed. She was pleased he was leaving the herd. Since his arrival she had felt uneasy. Selisha visibly relaxed as she called the young fillies to follow her home. She had not noticed how tense she had become until his departure.

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