From day one, Astana had been full of questions, looking up to her parents in a way that she believed they held all the answers. When, in reality, her parents knew little, they just knew little about many different things. Even in her mother, in all her immortal wisdom, her knowledge was painfully slim, so tucked away by the abandonment of her mate. She filled in what she could with stories, teaching the girls right from wrong silly tales. Like the story of the coyote, who had jumped and jumped at the Oasis trees, trying to get that ripened piece of fruit, only to give up, declaring the fruit sour without having even a single, delectable taste. She had reminded the girls that although something may be hard to reach, it would be wise not to dismiss it. This journey was hard and strange, but Astana knew better than to simply turn back now. Questions perch on her lips, like little fledgling bird ready to fly the nest for the first time. But there is something about this mare that keeps them from taking off just right this moment. Astana finds her stunning, in a way that she is not like anyone she has ever met, but the roan coat makes her think of her older half sister. A sister than Astana found mysterious and alluring and celestial. She likes that she is reminded of her, if even for a small moment. That softening of her gaze is the only thing Astana needs for the butterflies in her stomach to settle to a quiet flutter, and her smile to brighten with upturned lips and crinkled cheeks. The diamond eyed girl knows that they will become friends, companions even, because Astana takes the smallest of gestures and makes them into something magical. And now, here is where the main really happens, where she believes it must be destiny that caused her to meet Heartfire on a day just like today. Those diamond eyes catch the sun and reflect a multitude of colors within them. “You lived in the desert too?” She asks, excitedly. Then, with that next suggestion, she reaches up a little hand and lets it rest firmly in the palm of a stranger that she believes will lead her into no harm and protect her from all danger. “I think I would very much like that,” she says then, bobbing her head in affirmation to the mare’s plan. And then those little diamond eyes peer upwards at the mare she has found such comfort in. “Where are we going?”
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@[Heartfire]