Moonlight glistening through thick branches, Sadira looked back toward the herd, before she set out, her half brother had left along with his mate and their children to return latter, the brown nova that had made such a fuss seemed to have convinced her brothers mate to make the journey back into the desert with the single foal that seemed to wish to leave. It was strange missing a part of her family. It seemed emptier here more so than before, like a piece of her had still gone with them. Her journey continued till she found her secluded place by the river again, she'd met a white colt here a long time ago...
She was lonely, her sweet brother kept busy writing hymns, and she continued to sing them. Her voice had filled out becoming only more lovely with age, she closed her pale blue eyes a moment recalling what her brother had written. "Ah there it is," she whispered softly to herself seeing the words appear behind her eyelids. She paused taking a deep breath.
Her eyes opened as she stared at the bright full moon rising slowly behind the trees, her voice rang out echoing through the forest like a clear morning bell, like the voice of the moon itself....
