The Lost Islands
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i'll sing it one last time for you


isoke & brienne

Even with her maternal instincts warming her blood, Isoke is slow to realize that she and her daughter are no longer alone. She lifts her head wearily and gazes to the side, further upshore, only to find herself meeting the eyes of a stranger on his approach. Immediately she stiffens, ushering the pliant golden filly to stand behind her with a gentle nudge, but Isoke does not flee. She watches the stallion with a blank, neutral expression. Her dark eyes are dull, like little orbs of coal, but her daughter peeks out from behind her white-splashed legs to gaze up at the stranger with complete and utter trust.

There's no trace of surprise in her tired expression when Nikola gives her the bad news. She remains silent, instead gazing out at the angry, steel-grey sea for a few moments while the rough winds tousle her mane. "I may need to," she finally murmurs, and looks back at the stallion with heavy-lidded eyes, "at least until she is stronger." No gesture is given; Isoke's quite certain he'll understand that she means her daughter. Morgan won't like this, she thinks, but she's hardly going to force her crippled newborn into the sea so soon. Just as she's thinking of her friend, the mare comes bursting out from the trees, all bristling anger and protectiveness. Again, Isoke isn't surprised. Her heart swells in the presence of her best friend, but all she can think in that moment is that Nikola is like a smaller, darker version of Morgan. Perhaps that means something.

She can hear her daughter whinnying with surprise, but Isoke pays her no attention for the moment. She steps forward to stand parallel with Morgan and places her muzzle on the mare's neck in an effort to placate her. I'm so tired. So tired of running; so tired of being angry. "Morgan, please," she whispers, trying to meet her friend's eyes. "For the girl's sake..."

the four-year-old daughter of alora and the dragon
and her crippled newborn palomino overo daughter


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