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.

o'er the sea to skye


One foot in front o' the other, like mam said. The pinto mare sighed heavily, staring at the landscape before her for the first time in her life. Grier had known she'd end up here eventually, but there was a difference between knowing and being. Being here meant that her past life was over, and that normal no longer really existed.

Grier had already accepted this, in her no-nonsense way. She wasn't one to linger in sadness when there was life to be lived, but she would readily admit it felt strange to be here. When she'd been a wee filly at her dam's side, she'd daydreamed of what it would be like to walk into the unknown, waiting for a handsome gent to take her home to his family. Of course, her life had taken a different direction fairly soon after, but she remembered those dreams and they brought a wistful twist to her pale lips.

She was no longer a nubile filly, but she was okay looking, if you didn't mind short mares. She'd never grown beyond her sire's height, despite her mother's hopes. And she wasn't settled with anyone's get yet. Nor was she particularly opposed to the idea either, if she was being honest. A part of her missed being a mother. There was something about the bond between a mother and child that she craved, especially now that she was so far from kin and country.

Oughta be plentae mens owt today, she thought to herself glancing toward the sky. The sky had opened up into a wonderfully sunny day, and considering the heady aroma of mares in heat sauntering about the grounds, there was a good chance stallions were swarming as well.

Flicking the length of her pale tail across her hinds, Grier moved forward through the grass until she located the shade of a large tree, colored brilliantly with the bright leaves of the season. Suitably positioned, she resumed glancing about at the others, horse-watching, while she waited for someone to approach.

OOC: Preferably no boys that already have a character of mine <3 Beyond that, don't much mind what kinda boy scoops her up & she'd probably want a foal right away.

GRIER ℘ MARE ℘ COB CROSS ℘ 13.3 HANDS ℘ FLAXEN STRAWBERRY ROAN OVERO
HOMELESS ℘ NO MATE ℘ NO FOALS ℘ LOVEINSPIRED




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