Common

Nyessa, my child why do you fret? Don't you know I am here with you always? Yes alab she whispers.

Nyessa clinches her eyes shut, afraid of what would happened if she opened them. She would only be able to see this place through the lense of one eye, the other smoky in color and useless. She dips her elegantly shaped head, her dark forelock falls over her smoky eye. Alab, had always whispered of a prophecy, a prophecy about a speckled mare and her smokey eye. He had always pulled her close in a loving, fatherly embrace as he whispered how a speckled mare would one day lead their tribe. She would giggle as children did, and look up at him, her one honey eye spread wide in wonder.

As Nyessa opens her eyes, she lets her honey eye wander the length of the sandy beach. She can feel the warmth of the sun as it caresses her dappled back, a breeze ruffles her milky brown tresses. As her eye passes a figure, she can't help but linger on him. He held some characteristics of an Arabian, but not enough. She lifts her delicate head higher on her arched nape, a mixed blood. She eyes him warily, untrusting. Where am I? She can hear him ask. Did she dare answer him? Exposing herself to a complete stranger and a mixed blood at that? She bites her lip.

Everything tells her to leave him, to let him suffer. Why did he deserve to know where he was? He was impure, they deserved what was coming to them. She snorts through paper thin nostrils. Allaena! She curses to herself. She strides forward haughtily, her hooves practically dancing beneath her body. "You are on the Lost Islands, in the Commons." She answers shortly. She raises her delicate crown higher on her arched nape as she looks down her nose at him. Count yourself fortunate, I even took the time to tell you that. She practically spits at him as she pivots and strides a few feet from him. She halts and stands there quietly and whips her dark tail across her hocks. She couldn't have him ruining the piece and quiet of this picturesque evening.