The Lost Islands
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From a summers thread



The golden lady trotted along the coast, her earlier encounters with the herd eating away at her nerves. So many things were pushing and shoving to make the forefront of her mind in made the normally lively mare very tired. Her hooves made satisfying crunching sounds through the snow, at least some things never changed. Winter gifted the world with a slight smile at the signs of the impending change in the season. Her vivid gold coat changed into the muted pale color of the sand hidden under the charm of the inlet, the hairs lengthening, stretching out like limbs after a long cramped nap. Radars flicked forward at the sounds just up ahead of her, she could smell the sea moving in land, signs of a new horse.

Winter had followed the buckskin quietly, keeping her distance. She had wanted to get a good look at the new comer before making her approach. The bone face mare scowled, every time before hand she had made the effort to say hello to a new equine on her homes shores it had always ended badly. The mare just wanted to get a bit of an idea of what she was dealing with this time, prior to making herself known. The black haired mares antics brought a smile to Winters lips, it was not often that she saw another horse that reminded her of herself. Yes one day many seasons ago the crotchety mare that now stood glowering in the snow once had been a perky, happy go lucky mare, very similar to the once she saw snorting at the snow. Winter sighed. Then the world got ahold of her and made its intentions clear.

The golden mare nickered softly to the mare as she made a slow approach. She hadn’t pegged the buckskin as the violent type but briar had taught her caution. Her ears were alert and a bit of a lopsided smile graced her velvety lips. Winter stood out of touching range and relaxed into her hips, her fatigue dulling her desire to be tense and ready. man this foal is already taking it out on me. She frowned internally at the new fears and thoughts that would surly surface later in a heart gripping panic. Icy blue eyes looked the mare over quickly and she nodded her head to her. “If you want to reside here then you had better get used to the snow.”


5 // Mare // Warmblood // Pally ee-aa-nCr-nZ-FF-nO-nSpl // 16hh // Trepidation
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