Atlantis.

Idelle, with her neck turned so her good eye could survey the jungle and her blind eye could throw the shoreline in darkness, regarded the myriad of colors before her. Thick green vines hung in lazy loops off trees so bizarre she imagined one would never see them on any island spare this one. The air was humid and pressing, making her feel hotter than she otherwise thought she might. Already she felt damp in her armpits and flank.

Turning her head forward again, Idelle shook herself, flinging little droplets of saltwater from her dark coat and resting her cool, still wet mane on either side of her neck. She had been told she might find shelter here and hoped her relative hadn’t given her false information, for she needed a safe home now more than ever.

Idelle started forward, wondering if she was right in assuming there was a child growing within her womb. If there was, the child needed a more secure place to live than she’d had growing up. Idelle would never fault her mother, for she loved her dearly, but she would not allow her child to live the way she had lived.

Idelle moved until she could scent the thick musk of a stallion and stopped short, not wanting to wander too far into the territory in case she’d been wrong. The easier to escape should she have taken a wrong direction, the better. Idelle, with her good eye pointed toward the easiest path of approach, stood still and called out to whoever might answer. She hoped she would find the stallion she was looking for and he would be as welcoming as she needed him to be.

idelle
every man has his torments,
demons born of past wrongs that hound and harrass him
three year old mare. black. half-blind. sandman x cam