The Lost Islands
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The art of love is largely the art of persistence


Days had come and gone since her last encounter with Lyden that had left her reeling with so many thoughts. It was nothing but chaos within her mind, so much indecision that left her on shaky ground. Before she had simply learned how to cope with the solitude she had been given, learning it easy to live with when there were so many other devises she could be experiencing in the other islands such as many others were. Now there were expectances of her, expectances of him that were never there before. Too much time had been given for her to simply think upon things and the mare knew she had probably just overthought many of the words passed between them and the promises made to each other.


Giving a yawn the mare rolled over onto her side from where she had been laying sitting up, her muzzle rested upon her tucked knees. Now, sprawled out she couldn’t help the groan that pushed its way through her lips. Her barrel was so swollen, much larger than it had been with Accalia. It troubled her in the thoughts of birth when her previous child had given her so many risks with her own health. Skylar could only hope that since this was not her first birth that it would go more smoothly, more easily than it had been on her first traumatizing experience.


Slowly the mare blinked open her golden eyes, casting them up towards the painted sky. The sun was setting which allowed the darker colors to wash the scenery above her with reds, purples and oranges as the sun died beneath the horizon. When she had first laid down she had simply stared off towards the Peak as she had done daily since her arrival here, but it was now that the mare decided this was a much better view and a soft smile crept upon her lips. If only she wasn’t alone.


Slowly she raises her head and brushes her lips against her large barrel. In truth she was not alone as the child squirmed inside, seeming already desperate to get out despite it not being time. A soft smile of a mother graces her dark lips before she lays her head back down in the soft cooling sand, again looking towards the sky.
mare, crossbreed, blue roan tobiano, Ee aa Rr nT, 15.0hh.
styrke x hespera.
frost.
html by russell 2013 onwards.image by frost.



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