Birjanji softly whickered a greeting, as Kaira entered his paddock that evening, and trotted over to her. Smiling, she put her hand on his cheek. “Hi,” she told him. The black-tipped stallion turned his head to nuzzle her hand in an urgent manner, as if he wanted to make sure she was real. He appeared much relieved to see her again after their earlier ordeal and Kaira felt he didn’t want to lose sight of her any time soon. He followed her like a shadow and together, they walked silently, side-by-side, beneath the moonlight.

It was a cool, clear evening. The stars glittered in the inky black sky and Kaira looked up to gaze at them. Beside her, Birjanji snorted and she leaned against his neck, rubbing it with one hand. Her mind pondered over the things the Great Lady said and the scene i...

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