Fauve

The bay mare was lonely. Her son was almost grown, and now scampering about somewhere as she grazed on her own. She let out a high whinny, calling for Moony, calling for Kiran, calling for anybody.

Al Sheratan

The female moved with a limp now, lash marks on her once flawless white body. She saw her friend Fauve and a cry was emitted from her as she stared straight at her friend. Humans had captured her but she had found a way to freedom. The females wounds were infected but all she saw now was her friend. Her dear friend. "Fauve....Oh god Fauve...." She sobbed. She felt soiled from the hands of humans and the use they had put in her. But everything was gone now. Everything.

Fauve*Kiran

The dappled mare's harks perked, catching the sound of a familiar voice she almost daren't believe she heard. Turning her head, she let out a second high whinny, this one sheer joy. Sheratan! Her bod kicked into a canter of its own accord as she came to meet her friend, smiling brightly until she came close enough to see Al Sheratan's wounds. They brought her to a startled, horrified halt, an audible gasp escaping her as a broken whisper. Oh, Sheratan... Now she let out a scream, one that would bring her son to her instantly.

Within moments the tawny young stallion came into view. The frantic note in his mother's voice had brought him at full gallop, panting as he came to a sliding stop. Ma, what's wrong?

Fauve moved forward to nuzzle Al Sheratan, speaking quickly to her son as she did so. Go find the plant your father showed you, the night's alabaster plant. Find it quickly. Bring me three sprouts. Hurry!

As the chestnut Kiran pulled away, Fauve swung around to stand closely next to the wounded mare, speaking softly. Sheratan... what happened?

Al Sheratan

She nuzzled her friend as tears flowed from her dark orbs. "I was running. I...I was free and happy and then he shot me. He took me away, Fauve." She sobbed and her body shuddered. She was exausted and her entire body ached with pain. "I wanted him to kill me."

Fauve*Kiran

The bay mare nuzzled her friend, speaking softly, certainly. The small mare was hysterical, that was clear. Finally she spoke, her tone soft. There now, they can't get you here, Sheratan. Kiran and I will protect you dear, and Avi too if I need him. I won't let them have you again.

Just then Kiran arrived, chewing the herbs his mother had sent him for. With an efficient, practiced swipe, he layered the mush gently over the wounds, and then turned away to let the two mares talk.