NOTHING COMES FROM NOTHING.

Seasons passed in a blur. The Spring shifted to Summer and then Fall and now Winter. The changing of time passed by and left a mare standing on the same exact ridge she once had with Oswin, her ears perked towards the distance as she scanned the waves. She had lost track of time and now she was swelling with yet another foal, this one seeming more active in her womb than the last two. She should be happy, excited. Yet, the mare named Asphara could only feel a slithering feeling of depression and hatred coat her tongue and wish to spew out in horrendous words. She had watched her pale daughter run all over the island and somehow find Paradise as a safe place to land, but she could care less if she were to be eaten by that of Siren or even the new leader who was oddly enough the grandchild of Tyr. Asphara should care, but there was something dark boiling in her subconscious that had her eyeing the base of the Ridge in a dangerous manner.


Shaking her head with a sigh, Asphara watched the distant waves hush and swoosh against the sandy banks, almost calling her down to them. It took a while of mental words, but soon enough the red thoroughbred mare covered in scars headed down the cliff face and waved through the thin and dangerous trails. She had lived here for a while and in the safety that Tyr brought, but her wild heart was missing something that called to her back from where she first hailed. Yes, these islands were lovely, but Asphara felt a longing for her home back on the mainland. If she was not living here in Atlantis with her abdomen swollen and legs not as muscled, she might have just jumped into the ocean and swam away without a second glance.


Sighing, Asphara looked back towards her current home and let her mind wander before finally she was knee deep in the water, her tail flicking against her hocks. The cold Atlantis water called to her heart, begging her to swim back to the mainland and the forest she grew up in. She so wanted to go, to feel her life again for a while. She could see herself returning in a few years, but that would involve her actually leaving. Finally as the day passed by, Asphara stood in the water of the ocean for hours with her ears perked towards the distance, her mind a swirling pond of uneasiness but want.