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The Lost Islands
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this sordid affair


Had Evren come straight from her old home, she would have been ill prepared for the winter chill. But she has been away from the islands for a long time and has grown used to a more temperate climate: her multicolored coat is thick and fluffy, the brown grown slightly darker and creating more of a contrast against the white.

Soaked as she is, of course, her winter coat provides little comfort against the bite of the air. Her body is steaming as she waits, tremors taking hold of her from head to tail. She aches to move and warm herself, but she knows she must stay put in case someone answers her call. Cursing her own impatience, Evren begins to pace back and forth. At the very least, the wait gives her time for her breathing to slow and her mind to clear. It begins to dawn on her exactly what she has done.

Then, cutting high and thin above the muted gurgle of the stream, a twig snaps. Evren’s head whips around to catch sight of a roaned coat moving through the breaks between the trees. Her heart races and her nostrils flare with anticipation. When Persephone steps out of the forest, Evren breaks into a wide smile and all her previous torments desert her. Her old ally seems smaller than she remembered, somehow, but then they are both a few years older. Time - and maturity on Evren’s part - has freshened her eyes. They stand together now as two grown mares rather than one grown and one as new as spring blossoms.

Evren meets Persephone halfway, taking a few steps closer through the withered grass. “It’s good to see you too,” she replies, and gives a dismissive shake of her head. “Of course I’m fine. The devil himself couldn’t knock me down. Though I appreciate your concern,” she teases gently, her honey-brown eyes crinkling with a suppressed smile.

“I have to say, I’m more than a little glad to see you here. It’s been so long I wasn’t sure if I remembered where you said you lived. And the damned sea is too cold this time of year to travel so far for nothing.” Evren flicks her tail and shudders.

“But anyway, how are you, Sephy? Can I still call you that, or has it been too long?” She smiles.



7; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh

line art by whiteligtning@DA, colored by leigh for shiva
html & character by shiva



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