NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

Asphara continued to watch the ocean. The white capped blue waves had the mare seeming almost entranced, her soft blue eyes seeming to be the same shade as this glorious days water. Her red frame seemed to hold a glow from the sun before her mind was brought back to the present, the words from Oswin seeming to draw her out of her own mind. Asphara thought for a while, her tail flicking against her hocks before she took a faint breath and let her sigh echo in the air. Oswin was holding this guilt for no reason, Asphara already knew enough about this home without her being so guilty.


“Life gives you all the things you never wished for.” The red mare spoke, her tail flicking once more as she tilted her head. “I have lived in a herd all of my life… Until I got onto these islands anyways.” Asphara missed her home, but the scars upon her haunches spoke of the truth to her words. Life gave everyone things they never wanted, like her coming to these islands and being pregnant. She never anticipated living here, on the ridge, but not feeling like she belonged here. Asphara did not belong, but she would not speak that to Oswin.


“My name is Asphara. I just realized I have not said it yet.” Asphara gave her a faint smile, but soon enough she once again turned back to the ocean. She wanted to swim, to belong somewhere… Yet, here she was in a home that just offered protection from the stallion she ran away from.