The Shore was at peace again.
Eyes stare at the clear blue skys and shudder at the occasional thick cloud. This was exactly as the sky had looked before, as it had always looked before the big storm rolled in. Xiomara had guided them all to safety and she prays her father had the same good guidance where ever he was now. She thinks she might try to see him, tell him what happened two days ago, but her legs only carry her so far away from her home island.
But she was close enough.
She knew the commons well as she was here last year when she tried to escape from Raider with her little sister. The plan had not worked, but she had ran into her father and allowed him to see her fear. He vowed to save them. It was another captive in the Lagoon that helped her escape. Unfortunately, she had to escape without the rest of her family, but she was able to make it to her father who now lived on the Shore. Now he was a captive in the Peak. She thinks she remembers Lagertha saying she was stolen from the Peak to the Lagoon so she assumed it was a nice place. Maybe not.
She moves into the clearing where she spies the large stallion. He was very young, much like herself, but he was much taller and bulkier. Galexia was thin, sleek, like her slim figured sire. She moves her hips back and forth like a suductress as she aproaches the young male. Her lips part in greeting as she smiles and gives her name. "Hello stranger I am Galexia de Angel. You smell unfamiliar to these parts. Are you new?" Her head tilts to the side as her eyes dance around his body. |