The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

This is no ordinary love




It took Vita Nova a long time to stop day dreaming of Nephilim. After his sudden disappearance those years ago, which uprooted her life completely, she fantasized about the stallion she was so infatuated with for so long. Even more recently, during the lowest lows of her captivity in the Desert, she returned to him in her mind, forever a bright spot, despite the mixed and complicated feelings she felt for the golden-speckled stallion, even now. It was Oswin, her sister in the Peak, who'd drummed it all back to the surface recently. Nephilim was still around, lurking at the edge of the mainland. He was alive but barely, according to Oswin. And for whatever reason, her sister thought she was compelling enough to help him and his family. This last part weighed heavily on Nova's heart lately. It was a monumental moment for the otherwise mostly self-serving mare, to put her own feelings aside in an attempt to help others. She didn't want to. But she also didn't know if she could live with herself if she didn't try to help his children. She knew what it felt like to be deserted: first by her father, then her mother, and then Nephilim. Plenty of others came and went, too. His children in the Bay didn't deserve that.

Nova looks out against the black see, the peaks of the waves and crest of the surf illuminated by the sparkling stars overhead. So she would go, she decided. One day.

Petal speaks and brings her back to reality. The spotted mare turns her dished face to look at the smaller mare as she speaks. Her melancholy ramblings, an attempt to answer a question without an answer, catches Nova off guard. She's suddenly emotional, warm tears welling in the bottom of her eye lids, and she turns away to hide them before they spill down her cheeks. Nova takes a deep breathe in an effort to get ahold of herself, followed by a snort. In a strange way, Nova knows exactly what Petal means. Nova, too, never truly felt like she fit in. Well, not since Nephilim left and all the wandering and captivity that came after that. Why was this so hard when it was what her kind were meant to do? She sighs again before bobbing her head in silent understanding.

Her ashen-colored ear lobe prick forward at the mention of her brother's name, and she tries her best to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "Ha! He's my brother." She says nonchalantly. "Don't be ashamed. Shamwari is a lot of things, but his best quality is perhaps how forgiving he is." Nova says next with the flick of her tail. "Believe me, there are some times when our family has been downright ruthless to him. But he's always there to pick up the pieces."

Nova cocks her head to look at Petal again now. She certainly seemed like Shamwari's type: cream-colored, petite, smart. "I'm sure he'd be happy to see you." She says, offering her a weak smile. "That is, if you want to see him."




Vita Nova
4 | Mare | Evaline x Valentine | Smoky Back Splash | 15 hh | © Vinyl
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