Wurring, almost a yearling, and the image of his great sire Winganna, is
a golden chestnut with a mane and tail the colour of living light of the
sun.
When Winganna brings a hauntingly beautiful mare and her filly foal to
the herd, Wurring is drawn to the tiny filly despite himself. When the
beautiful mare dies, only Wurring has the courage to approach the
orphan. He calls her Ilinga because she has come from far away. She
becomes his shadow, to the envy of the other foals. Where is she from?
As she grows, she becomes more and more beautiful, glowing with the
beauty of the moon, and it becomes obvious that her dead mother must
have been of great value.
What happens when an ugly and mean iron grey stallion comes looking for
what he has lost? Is Ilinga and Wurring's love for each other enough for
them to overcome the odds? What of the legend that says that before the
moon and sun can be together, the light of the sun must almost be
extinguished?