The Lost Islands
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aren't talons c r u e l things?

||mare||5 winters||gypsy vanner||palomino tobiano||gift of the paradise||children||lineage||by blushie||
Tallynne had been eating a lot lately. If her mother had been right, that was a sure sign of something growing in her tummy. The Fall hadn’t seemed to arrive here on Atlantis, but she couldn’t be that surprised. The swaying palm trees made it quite clear that the island didn’t change.

She would be glad to raise a foal in this environment, she decided. It was quite different from her home - it always would be - but she wasn’t afraid of it. And she was certain the foal would be in good hooves here. Sure he (or she) wouldn’t get the moors or the old forests, or the strange stone circles, but he (or she) would get birds and maybe others to play with.

She also enjoyed being around O Melhor. He was a sweet colt - and she liked him. She wouldn’t have come if she hadn’t. Sure, she was beginning to figure his god was associated with water - with the time he spent there praying. But, her Lady gave respect to the gods of others. Tallynne wouldn’t mind if he instilled some belief in their child so long as she was allowed to do the same. Then let the foal decide how he (or she) would act on it.

But Tallynne hadn’t seen him in a bit. Must be the Scent - it called out from the Crossing. She saw and heard many a stallion cross that way as if they couldn’t help it. She knew why. The fine weather of Autumn came at that pesky price.
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