Just because Texas and Yael are polite at the moment doesn’t mean they haven’t had to fight for what they want. At some point in the past, they were given that choice; for Yael it led to a tiara upon her head and war and love and the greatest losses of her life. It lead to more power than she could once have ever fathomed. And though the memories are superseded by the present and the fillyhood she had now seems so archaic, she will always be Yael the foreigner and Yael the exotic; Yael, the last of her tribe. Yael, who is always of the Desert.
The heat has been baked into her golden skin, the shifting sand forever caught in windblown, silver strands. And how they came to be silver? Well that in itself is a fantastic sort of story, the kind that keeps children awake instead of lulling them to sleep. “Xere?” she asks, indicating the Field with small gesture of one of her wings. “T’is ees vhere ze Keengdoms recruit new members, or stallions come to increase t’here xerds. I am from ze. Desert.” She pauses briefly and smiles. “Or xere? ” and now she indicates a broader range with both wings. “Een vich case… t’at ees a long story. But ze short version ees t’at I vas fleeing tragedy.”
Fire. Death. The most horrid, gut and heart wrenching screams that one could ever imagine as her family and friends burned and suffocated in the canyon below. Why is it fire, always fire?
The heat has been baked into her golden skin, the shifting sand forever caught in windblown, silver strands. And how they came to be silver? Well that in itself is a fantastic sort of story, the kind that keeps children awake instead of lulling them to sleep. “Xere?” she asks, indicating the Field with small gesture of one of her wings. “T’is ees vhere ze Keengdoms recruit new members, or stallions come to increase t’here xerds. I am from ze. Desert.” She pauses briefly and smiles. “Or xere? ” and now she indicates a broader range with both wings. “Een vich case… t’at ees a long story. But ze short version ees t’at I vas fleeing tragedy.”
Fire. Death. The most horrid, gut and heart wrenching screams that one could ever imagine as her family and friends burned and suffocated in the canyon below. Why is it fire, always fire?
Yael, guardian of the desert