The Lost Islands
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a greeting I send to you.
Posted on June 27, 2012 at 04:20:33 AM by nikola

Aralusian | Grullo | 15 hh | Five | Fuchs


He himself did not know what to say. He felt a pain, a disappointment in himself. For not finding the lost foal, for not realizing he was too young not to make the journey. He'd been in a position of power and leadership for less than a season and already a life has already seemingly ended under his watch. He did not know the foal at all nor his adoptive mother very much, but it hurt him all the same to experience so close to home and so young.

His chest rose and fell rapidly from his strenuous rescue attempt, he struggled to take another step, even as Larka closed in on his side. He lifted his head slightly, realizing that the entirety of his herd had arrived to witness his failure. Perhaps they would come together to comfort the grieving mother, though all of them strangers, even those who have 'met'. Pierce's words did just that, pierced through his skull with accusation, even if she did not mean them in that way. He pinned his ears, offering her a warning with a tick of his head in her direction, noting her glaring eyes. It nagged at him that she was not happy here but if he understood here even just a little, he doubted she would be happier anywhere else. She had been so quick to leave with him but since then it had been nothing but smart remarks and unhappy snorts since. But that was a different problem for another time. Nothing could distract him from the disappointment he felt in himself.

Aliyana's words for him were sweet and soothed his mind that she did not blame him but it didn't fix everything. Jabberwock's presence at his feet surprised him though he did not comment or reach out. He instead lifted his head up to address the waiting women standing by. Instead, Aliyana beat him to it and he wasn't sure how he felt about this very new mare coming in and answering his herd before he had the chance but he wasn't going to berate a grieving mother especially in front of everyone. "It true," he assured them, raspy voice doing more than hinting at his natural accent. As horrible as he felt, changing his speech was the least of his problems. It wasn't just an accent that he'd been hiding but the way he arranged his words and how he pronounced and skipped certain syllables. One without the other sounded strange to say the least. "Jus' a lil' foal los' to'de sea," he cleared his throat again, fighting his natural tongue. He was coming back to himself now, or at least the him he'd strived to be away from the swamps. "Please support your fellow herdmate, Aliyana, in her tragedy."


N I K O L A



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