The Lost Islands
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asleep or dead?


She isn’t scared. Earthshine has this genetic propensity to leave fear at the door, to slam it shut and leave the creepy crawlies on the outside. It’s that slammed door that won’t let a god damn thing in, so why not? Why not shut it and turn your back? Shiny would do it ver and over and over again. They still wouldn’t go. They still wouldn’t leave her.

Before her there’s a colt. It’s as if the creature appears out of nowhere, a creation of the sands all on their own. He’s shining red, even in the low light. It appears that children always shine in such a way. She doesn’t miss her own… where have they gone? It’s a simple flicker of an ear to her own children, yes, yes, where have they gone? Earthshine can’t find it in herself to focus, so she doesn’t. The thought simply slips away like the rest will. Everything slips away in time.

Yes, a child stands before her. What must be the voice of his mother echoes, though there’s nothing for it to bounce off of. Instead, it’s an echo in the black mare’s mind. Instead there’s something that reverberates in her skull, and she hears the colt’s name over and over and over again. How interesting. How infuriating. The mare with the strange curved ears has eyes that graze the colt with a certain detachment. How interesting it is to view the child of another mare. Her children have always been taken by the others… but this isn’t hers. This is detachment at its finest, is it not?

The mare shifts her weight. Something is oddly uncomfortable about her now. ”Grai.” The colt’s name rolls off her tongue. The Marwari mix had done that thing again… if you go without talking for long enough, sometimes you forget you know how.
we all shine on
|trick x rush|
the last granddaughter of the great and powerful gloryhound



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