The Lost Islands
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The true beauty in life is love...

The new world burned her sky blue gazers as the new filly looked up the sky for the first time. Sadly, it was midnight and the moon was full. A sable champagne dun coat shined brightly as it dried in the freezing winter air. Perfectly shaped audits flicked forward at the sound of speech. "Your name is Svari..." was all she heard, then there was rustling as the mare who'd birthed her, later to been known to Svari as Dresden, darted off or left. Snowflakes began falling, little crystals landing on her. Shivering, the petite filly stood on wobbly pillars. Confusing, it was. How was she doing this? Where was her father? Worst of all, where was her mother and what had she done? Svari looked around, puzzled as she found faces hidden in the snowy foliage around her. Mice ran by as mares and the lead stallion and his second in command darted around. She smelled of new life. Shortly after this, her mother arrived to give her the vital first drink of milk, then once again disappeared into blackness. What could she have done other than stand there? Perhaps she'd find out.

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