The Lost Islands
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Here's a handshake, soldier,


Briefly, Svetlana worries for Blackmore's mental stability. He seems to rise like a roller coaster one moment, only to plummet to the bottom of a steep decline. Her bright amber eyes watch the expression change across his face -- first from a hint of discomfort to full blown worry. He tells her about his missing friend hurriedly, refraining from giving out the mare's name, but that mattered not to Svetlana. She makes a small sound to quiet him, a small shhh under her breath. "Slow down. You're only going to make yourself feel worse." Her words are soft and comforting, the way a mother would scold a child. She shifts uncomfortably, her thoughts turning to the days after her first and only child had disappeared. Of course, that had been Svetlana's fault -- she'd pushed her away, they'd had a falling out, and Asya had taken a very swift leave.

To this day, they still hadn't talked. Sometimes the buckskin mare forgot that she even had a daughter, roaming somewhere without her, living her own life. At this point, it really didn't seem like a loss to Svetlana. She wasn't the motherly type, and Asya had a personality too much like her's. They had been bound to butt heads, and in a big way.

She gives a small sigh and attempts a comforting smile in Blackmore's direction. "I'm sure if it's physically possible, she'll find her way here." She clears her throat, not quite realizing that she wasn't being comforting or sympathetic in the least, her bright eyes turning back to the ridge for a moment so that the black giant can regain his composure. Or try to, at least.

It's another moment before Blackmore's frantic breathing begins to quiet, and so Svetlana feels safe enough to turn her gaze back to the leader of the Ridge. He appears to be happy now, with her agreement to stay, and she watches as the roller coaster ascends once more. Unable to contain an amused chuckle, Svetlana tosses her head. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks for the information." She tries not to laugh at the mention of breeding -- that was one event she would definitely refrain from partaking in again.

"Tell me about yourself, sir Blackmore."


HERE'S A HANDSHAKE, SOLDIER,
'CAUSE WE BOTH LOST THE WAR.




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