The Lost Islands
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family, duty, honor


rhaella

There is a prolonged silence following Rhaella’s words, in which there is only the sound of their haggard breathing and the gentle hiss of the sand spilling in every direction beneath their feet, but finally Shael speaks up again. “When will pater be back?”

Rhaella exhales heavily and glances sideways to meet the gaze of her daughter. Those ice-blue eyes seem to probe her soul for answers, but they both know what will be said. The same as always. “I’ve told you, aayla, he won’t be.” She cannot help but ponder her daughter’s fascination with Aleksei, given that she had never even met her sire. Perhaps she senses how my heart is still wounded from him.

”But why? Est ne dethrap vieg?

Rhaella halts suddenly and glares at the child, her green eyes wide with suspicion and disbelief, while Shael calmly awaits her answer. It never comes.

Instead this second prolonged silence is broken by the arrival of another. The mare lifts her head to regard the approaching stallion with hesitance; her mind is still reeling from her daughter’s question, but at least she does not greet him in a hostile manner, even when he rather brusquely commands them to follow. Pressing her ears flat against her blonde crest and snorting irritably, Rhaella trails after him in a daze with Shael at her flanks.

I wonder if he realizes why we are here.

six-year-old mare of nowhere;
widowed karvieg of aleksei




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