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Autumn had buried his head into the chest of Summer, dragging her down into a seemingly endless summer as her climax took away the last breaths of overwhelming heat and exhaustion from the atmosphere. Talien stood still on the yellowing grasses, crisp wind buffeted against her, blowing grit into her eyes and whipping the threads of her chocolate colored mane into a mass of dingy tangles. Not that it could get much worse; she already looked every bit the part of forsaken traveler. Dirty and disheveled. Her once beautifully colored coat of brandished gold was a little too thin and stood out a little too obviously against the lean tense muscles beneath. Her glacier gaze was both nervous and openly shrewd despite the lack of intent behind it. She was irritated. Irritated by the long swim that she had just endured to make it to the islands. Irritated by the cold waters that had threatened to drag her haggard figure down into their depths. She was even irritated with the billowing autumn zephyrs that seemed almost determined to knock her slight frame off the pathway that she had chosen to follow... She was even irritated in the fact that despite her best efforts she looked more and more like a vagabond instead of the once proud beauty she had always been... and irritated that it had taken this long for her to come remotely close to contact between other equines. She did not sigh, although some forgotten part of her wanted to; she was harder than that,somehow, sh had shut down self-pity at the same time she had shut down her own self-worth. The lithe girl of brandished gold forced herself to be calm, counting out each breath until they began to slow and she felt her heart unclench and the muscles beneath her taunt skin relax.

Standing there in the midst of the yellowing grass and tall trees that made up the core of this island that enveloped her, a swarm of smells filtered into her nostrils like standing inside a perfume store. There were so many, a couple of them stood out and overpowered the senses such as pine and cedar that grew in great numbers here, but most just lingered and intertwined like the scent of clover and sweet grass and rabbit and deer.

She is still now, savoring the feel of the warm autumn breeze and the sensation of the feel of the forest lands around her. She was a fine looking specimen to be sure, a sensual curve of her full hips, long lean legs, proudly arched neck supporting a pretty and regal head featuring usual ice colored eyes that could easily light with fiery passion. She flicked her dark colored tail, the moonlight casting a eerie light upon her darkly dappled coat. A soft hum came from deep within her throat, sounding like a ancient lullaby. For a time, she occupied herself with the song that she could not quite remember the words to and lets the sounds of the world close in around her and surround her with a sense of peace that soothes her wandering spirit....