The Lost Islands
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you'll always be a slave

This was the closest she had been to the shore in some time. She stared out at the dark waves crashing against the sands. her dark eyes were calm and thoughtful as if she was seeing something other than the distant storm that raged on the horizon.

"It would be easy," She agreed with the Voice that had begun to plague her once again. It would be easy to slip into the calm, inviting wayes and let the Deep take her once again. After all, in her experience, the cruel Sea had been the only constant thing in her life. Even if it's terrible nature was all she could count on - that is what it was. Cold, distant, and uncaring. It would not allow her to have any expectations - even unintentional - that would fail.

For the Sea was constant in its cruelty.

Badr was gone. He had left just like Nik had. He had left her, their child, and all the others to burn in the Dunes. He'd left without explaination. He'd left without saying goodbye.

Vesti knew she could end this pain. She could return to the Sea and pray that the wave would be kind. That their hands would carry her to other shores. Better ones. Places where men didn't take advantage of you and leave you to burn in the dry heat. It would be so easy...

But when is it ever?

The Sea had never been kind to her. Why would it now? In her darkest depression would it not simply throw her about once again? Beat her senseless for having left it's chains so soon? Would it be angry?

The sorrel mare lowered her eyes from the movements of the grey-blue mass. She slowly turned her face back to the great shadow of the Dunes and the golden horizon that stretched out in the opposite direction. There were still others here. Badr had only taken himself - he hadn't taken anything from her.

She hadn't even liked him.

Not really - she told herself.

So, Vesti began the trek back to the oasis closest to her location. She would begin again - as she had countless times before. Perhaps, one day, she might become a part of the Dunes as much as the oasi were. Or as constant as the beating sun that was setting in the west. But it didn't matter - she was home.
html and character by blushie; image by ahisgett @ flikr


{mare}[5 springs]{sorrel ((ee//Aa))}[quarter horse x morgan]{dangerous dunes}[unknown heritage]{grai [x badr] kel [x badr]}[by blushie]


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