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The Lost Islands


Peace isn’t a permanent state. It exists in moments



ONLY DEATH AND LOVE CHANGE ALL THINGS

Being memorized by the breathtaking picture lasted only a few moments.

Emerging from the waves came a aureate stallion who’s muscles rippled beneath his soaked skin. A white patch covered his hindquarters in which tan spots eloquently sprayed much like drops of water. Sylvia with her soft ocean colored occules could only stare at him.

His voice was low and confident matching his physical appearance.

Was this place like heaven on earth?

The thought made Sylvia snap out of whatever childlike fantasy she was having and at least come across like her age. Smiling towards him Sylvia noted how comfortable she felt in his presence. He was the first since the sudden disappearance of her beloved and now it felt foreign but luscious.”hello Sylvia moved to meet his gaze ”stumbled is more like it, however I’m glad, it’s gorgeous here”
Sylvia agreed there really wasn’t anywhere better

”I have to agree there really isn’t anywhere better” shifting the pale banshee shifted her gaze once more and stared out across the ocean as she could still feel the waves wrap themselves around her ankles. ”is the moon just as stunning? I’ve always been about the starry filled sky and silver moonlight since I was a little girl”. the wind blew gentle caressing the hairs on her cheek and Sylvia couldn’t help but smile.

She felt so revived being here and for once the nagging feeling of being completely lost wasn’t there

A part of her felt unsure if she could feel guilty, however she also didn’t want to ruin the moment. Now she glanced back at the stallion who she couldn’t help feel attraction to which was another feeling that confused her. ”could you show me more of your home?” as she asked Sylvia gazed back out across the field filled full of bright flowers and long swaying grass. Her feelings in which made her feel like a virgin being sent here from her father’s grasp made her completely forget to be polite and at least introduce herself to the strapping gentlemen.




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