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Home.

The word had never really rang true to the little painted mare. Not within these islands. As a young girl, she had called the lands of Tinuvel her prison. Much as for the longest time her own mother had. Grant it, she managed to occasionally sneak away to the main island... but those moments were few and far between. She knew every part of the Bay of Tinuvel, Soljor spent a great deal of time amusing the small painted filly and her half sister Stardust with imaginary quests in an attempt to quell the curiosity that was ingrained in every fiber of their soul. She had come to love the Bay... that is, until the day came when father said she was to be given off as a gift to a young stallion he had made an alliance with. A bartering piece. It had been a crushing blow for her spirit and heart. She thought father loved her, wanted to keep her close because of that fact... but in that moment, it had all unraveled. That was when she decided to leave, stealing away in the dead of the night when she was most certain all others were asleep and that even the ever watchful Soljor was dozing silently in the early morning hours.

At first the journey had been a hard adjustment. For as long as she could remember she had always been surrounded by family and friends. Now, she was alone and having to fend for herself. It didn't take long before she began to realize just how much she had to learn of the world and how much her parents guarded and coddled her.

But that had been a long time ago. Now, now she was a strong and fierce spirited mare... a stunning painting in black and white ink with the near black eyes of her mother and the proud head carriage of her father. Their names may be long gone now, for she does not hold faith that after so long they still called the islands home, but none the less she would be a living image of them. She would remind the world of Soljor and his white lady.

Paper think nostrils flare, exhaling a harsh breathe into the crisp morning air and watching at it evaporates before her eyes. Though winter was just upon them, already a thin layer of snow and ice blanketed the landscape, sealing the dead yellow grasses away behind the serene white. Twin sonars perk amid the curling tangles of her mane as Harlequin arches her neck proudly and picks up a dancers pace, her long black and white tail held high like a great banner, announcing the presence of royalty.

She stops now, her skin shuddering with excitement. It had been far to long since last she stepped onto the islands of the lost... since last she had seen her father's lands. Secretly she wondered if any remained that remembered her sire... but she did not give way to that hope. Instead she contents herself with seeing what the future held for her now. So, for now, she stands quiet and waits...