Takes place a couple of days after this post."So ... how is she holding up?" Anraí leaned against Tumbling Dice's stall door and watched as Cait stroked Jagger's nose. The gelding's placid acceptance of his sister's attentions had caused plenty of amazed comments from Flint Creek's hands, but right now neither Cait nor Jagger were Anraí's main ( Read more... )

Takes place after events in this thread.Anraí leaned against the porch railing, listening to his younger brother's voice on the other end of the phone connection. "So I don't know if I'm overreacting or not," Rory was saying. "She hasn't been gone that long, and yet I can't help thinking something's wrong. Not only does she just not normally ( Read more... )

Twilight. Dusk slipped like silk over the granite-strewn field where a cloud-grey stallion waited. Within the stallion's form, Anraí tried to steady the potent brew of anticipation and nervousness ratcheting through him ( Read more... )