Literature
Welcome Home, Gael
Oryx’s ears twitched, as the desert winds blew around him, kicking up dust. He snorted, and shook his head. The wild buckskin stallion was about to end his shift watching the herd. Primrose and Amber were chatting, grooming each other in the shade of a nearby baobab tree. How strange it looked, almost as though it had been planted upside down, thought Oryx to himself, as he glanced at the two young yearlings. They were getting bigger now, almost two years old in Amber’s case, and a year in Primrose’s. But that would be none of Oryx’s business, he told himself. The buckskin tended to keep to himself, and tried not to get too involved in the mares’ business. Cylva had called him out on it - he found little interest in mares, and he was still rankled that she’d seen through him so easily. But perhaps she had more than met the eye as well. She was getting older too, almost six now. They all were, to be frank. The herd was growing, and that was good, but it meant that he had