The Lost Islands
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Butterfly fly away [Solgar]
















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"Got your wings now, you can't stay
Take those dreams and make
them all come true."
It was cold. This place did not carry the warm climate of the Shore or the hotness of the Desert. She took a step onto the cold surface of ice and snow, eyes glancing around her new surroundings. This place was much cooler, and to her it seemed relaxing. Being raise on Desert lands, you'd think she were crazy, but after what all she has been through, Neassa needed a new start in life, and if it meant living in a place so strange like this, then so be it. It had taken her a whole day to return to the islands again, and the stars that twinkled above signaled that night had fallen. Some horses would be scared to step foot into an unknown territory under the cover of night, but no, she was not scared, she was rather amazed at the sight above and around her.

With her eyes fixed up, she moved more and more inland, until she was among a continuous maze of frost covered trees. Trusting her ears and nose to guide her, she ventured deeper. The stars above twinkled with each step she took. She was as ever curious as a foal, but she was wise. Her simple curiosity was only amazement. She never has been in a place with so much open skies. A shrill cry though startles her enough that she stops in her trek through ankle deep snow. Moving her gaze away she notices she is not to far from a rather large clearing and a small stream, but this not what catches her eye. High above, far from her reach in the trees lay something she never expected to see before. An eagle.

She knew what it was from her adventure in the bay a while back ago. She recognized that white head. Strange that the eagle was up at this time of night, but thinking for a while, she finally guessed her friend had simply returned from hunting. Closing her thoughtful eyes, and relaxing against a nearby tree where she listens to soft cries above of both Eagle and perhaps its chicks? seemed only right when foals were dropping like rocks around here, she could only let herself drift into a world of wonder, the wind in her red face. To feel nothing but the air around you, and to have the ground so far below that at times you'd fear of falling to your death, but no, she trusted the air with her life. Was it strange for a horse to dream of flying? to simply wonder of things that we, horses could not and would never be able to do.

With a sigh, she opened her eyes to simply take watch over her friend eagle, her breath coming out in small white clouds, as she trembled under the cold night air.

NEASSA
Mare - Mixed - Red Roan[ee/aa/Rr] - 15hh - 6
Alexa x Razvan


[getting to use to playing her again x.x ]

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