At the mention of the fire she had lived through, Oswin’s eyes widened somewhat in surprise, though quietly she concluded that the marks across Asphara’s skin made better sense to her. She had been right to consider the red mare a survivor; any horse who could live through a fire and come out healthy and alive was certainly one. Because of her survival she had brought her daughter into this world. The sounds of playing from the girl drew Oswin’s attention briefly and she smiled before looking back at Asphara. Who knew what else the red mare would accomplish in her time here, but Oswin was sure there would be more.

She bobbed her head slightly as Asphara spoke of seeing the other islands. “I highly encourage it,” she said with a smile, “I was born on Luthien, in the Prairie. My nephew leads there now, and you’d be protected and welcome to visit there, especially if you mention me.” Although Asphara wouldn’t need to mention Oswin in order to have safe travels through the Prairie or likely all across Luthien, given Zevulun’s fierce determination to foster peace.

“But there are many safe places across the islands to travel. I grew up here and have lived a very, very long time,” she gave a cheeky grin when she said it, playfully poking fun at her old age, “So I wouldn’t mind offering pointers if ever you had something you wanted to know.” It could be fun to see the islands through the experiences of a first-time visitor. Oswin knew there were many things here that she took for granted. She had spent years living a nomadic life across the Mainlands, but her heart had always remained here among the islands.

oswin
this is as brave as I know how to be.
I know it’s gonna hurt you, but please… be a little proud of me.