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Home.

It had been several years since last she found her way to the tumultuous shores of the lost islands but finally she had made it. She held little to no hope of coming across her brothers, father had disappeared long before she took to the mainlands. Mother remained here, ever faithful to the black and white stallion and holding onto hope that he might return. Harle, well she not so much. She went to the mainlands in search of him, determined to bring him home and back to the Bay where he belonged. Of course she had not found him, but still she did not stop trying.

Eventually the longing for the islands overwhelmed her determination and with a reluctant sigh she gave up her quest. But her return was not what she expected. Years had passed since last her hooves rested upon the soils here and what she had known seemed nothing but a forgotten memory. New leaders claimed the bay, the scents of mother and her brothers long erased from the soils. No doubt mother's bones bleached in the sun somewhere but Harle held no hope in finding them. Perhaps it was for the best.

That did not stop her from moving through the common lands now, her proud head held high and tail lifted defiantly. Ancient blood pulsed through her veins and she would be damned if she came across as some pitiful little lonesome damsel in distress. Cold gaze sweep over the rolling hills and hidden forests, the scents of horses might have changed but at least the lands here remained the same. A sight for sore eyes. She sighed softly and dropped her head to snatch up a few mouthfuls of grass, long alabaster tail flicking idly over supple haunches as she let her mind wander to what lay before her. She knew she could not spend the coming winter months alone, she needed to find a herd to weather the hard months in or at least let it appear so. Perhaps a familiar face might appear, one that might remember her father Soljor or more unlikely her mother Cut Up Angel. It would be nice to see someone familiar, one that would share with her stories of what happened after she left. Perhaps in them she might find companionship. Whatever came for her now, she was ready. Come what may.