NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

Asphara closed her blue eyes for a moment, the warm wind softly tickling at her mane as he allowed it to sooth the cold that wished to rise in her blood. She was in good company, a safe place. It was different here than where she was born, but she was safe with Tyr and Oswin as the leaders. Yet, something tugged at her and begged her to run again. She only had Rosaliana here and with her foal soon to be a yearling, she might be able to roam and never come back. That would take time though and she knew plans could change on a dime.


Peeking her gaze open, she listened to Oswin before giving a faint nod. “I was in a fire back home before I came to the islands. I had to heal in the sea before I arrived here with these scars and ran into the stallion that made Rosaliana with me.” Turning to where she could hear her daughter playing, Asphara gave a faint smile before she turned back over to Oswin. “Life is rough Oswin, you are not the only one who has thought along those lines.” Asphara was not trying to take away from Oswin’s past feelings, but she learned one thing herself and that it was not worth what the others that you cared for would go through just to ease your own pain for that moment.


“If I am a survivor Oswin, so are you. You have a past I know nothing of but you are the Queen to Tyr’s King. It takes one strong horse to be that way.” Letting her voice end, Asphara gave Oswin a matching grin before she looked out at the ocean with its softly rolling waves. “One day though, I wish to see all the islands. I went from the crossing to Atlantis and I have not seen anything else.” Aspahra was a dreamer, but she would never call herself a survivor.