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Posted on September 2, 2021 at 04:42:36 PM by TAVAS
And the cold lonely air. On the rock restless seas. At first, the golden mare thought she was lost. This land certainly smelled like her home. If she squinted hard enough, her gold-flecked eyes could make out the hazy mass of Tinuvel in the distance. But the common gates seemed to have changed - dramatically - since the last time she was here. Curiously, Tavas stepped among the overaching boulders, her slim palomino legs carrying her dainty frame over the uneven, rocky terrain. Her soft nostrils flared as she took in the salty sea scents all around her. Horses were here. But how had she never discovered this place before? The yellow mare's heart beat quickly in her chest. She felt vulnerable and exposed. Her return to the Lost Islands was meant to quell these types of fears. She was tired of carrying on after Vita Nova. She was determined to live a life of her own, once and for all. But she seemed stuck in an eternal cycle of seeking out the familiar. Tavas had finally made a choice of her own in her last weeks on the islands. She chose Solomon. But that decision was short-lived, as after Warsaw's death, Vita Nova needed her more than ever. Months of grieving turned into years of travel, until finally, Tavas felt like her mother would be looked after by Shamwari in a place far, far away from here. So she said her goodbyes and followed her heart, which led her back home. Tavas wasn't sure what it was that drew her back here, but she assumed it had something to do with her failure to well, start anything. She went against the grain to make a decision for herself just once in her life. And now this great return was her second. She spent days to herself, exploring the ruins of the fallen island of Cimarron, totally unbeknownst of the history laid out before her. But as the days wore on, a familiar creeping suspicion began to set in. Was this a mistake? She was tired of feeling lonely. She considered swimming to Tinuvel to see if Solomon was still there, in the Cove. But something always stopped her the second she pressed her hooves into the shallow surf. Tavas grit her teeth and reminded herself that whatever happened next, happened. Whatever is meant to be, will be. But she kept her eyes peeled for the likes of anyone, familiar or complete stranger, so long as they looked friendly enough.
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