The Lost Islands
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perchance to dream

For it is not the Stars that determine our destiny - but ourselves
Fayte was relieved when Bondurant emerged from the trees. She found the nuzzle affectionate - she enjoyed his company. He was quite thrilling to be around. She sighed when all he said was that it was a dangerous time of year. It was. The Season was upon them - it was capable of turning gentlemen into beasts. And yet, Fayte couldn’t find it in herself to stay deep within the safety of the woods.

“Yes,” Fayte said. “It is. I was about to head back to the herd. I thought I heard some wolves.” She sighs and lifts her head to look at him. “This is a bit of a scary time of year. I’m glad I’m not running around like a criminal.”

Truth be told, that was her normal state at this time of year. She would dart around trying to avoid predators and stallions alike. It was only made worse by her own hormones which called out for her to bare a foal and continue her line. Now, though, she was sure it was time. And she had a stallion she had grown to trust - she didn’t need to hide from him. He seemed pained though - and Fayte couldn’t help but remember the sounds she’d heard earlier.

“Are you alright?” She asked.
fayte


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