The Lost Islands
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Oderint Dum Metuant.


LET THEM HATE AS LONG AS THEY FEAR.



Eyeing the child, Siren took in the brightly colored colt. He was not a young boy in the sense of this years, but he certainly was last years. Her red eyes scan his frame before he gives a soft nod, a gentle smile lining her lips as she turns her head towards that of Sanctuary. “You have been guided right Aeos. We have sanctuary and we would love to have you.” Siren knew Snapdragon would never turn down a child so took it upon herself to bring him into the territory as a sacred member of the Sanctuary.


“Come, come Aeos.” She softly spoke, her tail flicking at her hocks as she turned once he was standing. Her long tail lazily drags on the ground as she moves, her pace slow so that he could keep up. “Let's get you into the Sanctuary so that we can get you food and a warm place to rest. The ocean has not been kind to you.” Siren loved the ocean, but she knew it was hard at the easiest times for a horse her size and could not even begin to think of what it would be like for one of his stature.


Humming a soft tune, the large shire mare began to lead him to the trail she frequently used before to head to Sanctuary from this beach. It was a bit overgrown, but she would make sure he got there as safely as possible. “Make sure to step where I do. The trail is a bit overgrown and the roots from the jungle tree’s like to pop up out of nowhere and capture little ankles.” Chuckling, she turned her head and gave him a soft smile. “Welcome to Paradise Aeos. You will be well cared for.”

SIREN’S SYMPHONY
Mare | 18hhs | Gray | The replaced Crown of Paradise




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