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ang it, Eva. he mumbles under his breath as he tromps through the froth and onto the sandy shore beyond. She has a way of disappearing... all 17 hands of her. Every single time that he tells her to stay in one place she manages to get herself lost. This time, he follows her scent until it disappears into the ocean. (Little did he know she had entered the ocean to throw him off.) He kept swimming until his feathered hooves fell on the crossing isle. An exasperated huff leaves his lips as he shakes out the excess water from his pelt. How could he of ever known that on this Autumn day he would find himself here... on the crossing. Foolish girl did not understand what this time of the year meant or what could happen if she wandered into the wrong place.
Hurriedly he pushes himself up the shore and into the commons. He tries to push aside the uneasy feeling that turns his gut and plagues his mind. His little sister could of easily found herself in the Commons. Dark green eyes scan the distant land, searching for her pale skin and dark mane amongst throngs of strangers. Foolish. Foolish girl.
His eyes sweep once more time he pauses on something that sparks familiarity - pale skin, dark mane.
"Eva!" he hollers and begins to close the distance between them. But soon his quick steps slow as the girl materializes fully before him. She is tall. Lithely built. Beautiful
"Uh sorry," he stammers
"I thought you were my sister." If a horse could blush, he definitely would of turned a few shades of red.
"She is constantly getting herself lost... and this place would of been one of the worst places to get lost in." he cringes at the thought of his little sister being claimed by some stinking Lagoon boy or by a stallion who was out to collect women. No, his sister deserves much more than all of that.
"Do you know where you are?" he asks with a gentle tilt of his massive head. If she needed his help he would guide her from this place and to the safety of well, anywhere she wanted.
