The Lost Islands
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aren't talons c r u e l things? [[O Melhor]]

||mare||5 winters||gypsy vanner||palomino tobiano||homeless||children||lineage||by blushie||
The day was bight as the palomino paint emerged from the salty sea. It danced off her wet coat, creating unnatural bright spots. She shook the excess water from her body before she even fully escaped the spray of the ocean. Tallynne took a moment to look around as the waves crashed against her hooves.

Well, it was a beautiful beach.

The gulls were overhead, playing about and the sea behind her was calm. She could taste the salt in the air. And the wind that came off the sea pulled at her wet mane and tail. It was a cold sensation - but not uncomfortable. Though the sun was still in it’s early dance.

She smiled and pranced out of the surf onto firmer sands. The place seemed to sparkle in the light. It was unique and beautiful. She’d been in hills before - bright green places that were wet and dark. Where the mountains were bold and flashed in the sun. But this - this place was different. There was no moss hanging down from pine branches.

She smiled. The beach wasn’t wide - but once away from the wet sands she had to step uncomfortably high to continue moving. It was a strange sensation to the moor-born mare. She found it quite entertaining. Kicking up sand in her wake, and leaving a train of half-moons, she prances up the shoreline towards the first of the (to her) strange-looking palm trees.
||html and character by blushie||


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