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Posted on August 11, 2012 at 09:38:55 PM by sova
 Once again, she had returned. She had settled into the boots of being a wayward traveller, not unlike her mother and her father before her, but she always found that she had returned to this specific place, like it was a home or a safe haven that she needed. Even though the heat was unbearable at times and the water and food was sparse, she always returned to the desert. She had been born in the hills, long ago, it seemed. Sova had visited that place, stepping high amongst the hills, finding that they were more grass than sand, imagining that her parents had been like when they were young. When Fishthread had been insecure and afraid, when Lyov had been in love with her mother… somehow, she imagined that her father still loved her mother, and so her affection for the hills was held strong in her heart. It was as though she was destined to stay fast on Salem; despite her constant need to wander. This time, she returns for the grullo stallion, with his infuriating mood swings and strangely fascinating personality. Of course autumn was in full swing, and with the maternal tug of the season hanging around her mind and sinking heavily in her belly, Sova had washed up, once more, on the shores of the desert. This time, she surmises she will not try to lie to herself. Her stay will be brief before she wanders again, but she will always return here, especially if all things go according to plan. With womanly instinct, she moves into the heart of the desert, breathing softly and stepping slowly, watching as the ground absorbs the impact of her feet and as the sun casts her shadow far in front of her, like her dark form was to beat her to wherever she was supposed to go. Where she is supposed to go she’s not sure, so eventually she stops, standing amidst the waves of heat that bear down on her, strangely cooler than she had anticipated (no doubt due to the turn of the fall season), and calls out for Encantador. sova lyovna levanevskaya mare. smoky black. Ee aa nCr. 15.1 hh. mixed breed. pronounced soh-vah. |
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- he calls her name and hears only an echo - By E N C A N T A D O R August 16, 2012 at 03:00:45 PM
- moth wings & dusty books. - By sova August 19, 2012 at 11:10:40 AM
- he calls her name and hears only an echo - By E N C A N T A D O R August 21, 2012 at 05:21:27 PM
- moth wings & dusty books. - By sova August 24, 2012 at 07:30:59 AM
- x - By Canta September 26, 2012 at 12:00:18 PM
- moth wings & dusty books. - By sova August 24, 2012 at 07:30:59 AM
- he calls her name and hears only an echo - By E N C A N T A D O R August 21, 2012 at 05:21:27 PM
- moth wings & dusty books. - By sova August 19, 2012 at 11:10:40 AM
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