The Lost Islands
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at the sound of your voice.

Costello
Winter was here, and so were sad days.

Wasn't it on the last days of snow she had been born? The day her mother had died. To Co, winter was depressing and she held a great dislike for the cold climate. It also made her more distant with the others and so she became more like a ghost at the edges of her home. She would sometimes allow herself to circle them, needing to move to keep herself warm, but she always kept out of their sight; Until today. It was not the mares that she had really been keeping an eye on, but Torix himself. Many questions swirled in her mind whenever she saw him, and thought back on their brief intiment encounter. He had been the man who wanted nothing to do with her or her twin, and yet he still provided his protection and had given her something she'd been longing for. The sight of her swollen barrel was proof of that.

Moving with ease between snow covered trees, she follows after her lead's fading tracks in the snow. For some of the smaller girls with thinner coats they'd never rush off like this, into the cold with no warmth. Thanks to her father, Co sported a very nice winter coat, her once thin hair having grown longer as the seasons changed, leaving her very content no matter how harsh the winds were. When it seems the hoofprints in the snow disappear, the stream ahead catches her attenion and by it, Torix. He stands with his back to her, facing the frozen waters. A part of Co wants to rush to his side, but she holds herself back. Instead she moves slowly to the edges of the stream, a hoof meating the cold ice. She herself is tempted to break at it, test her strength but the fallen snow provided more than enough water for her so she leaves it alone. It was quiet except for the gentle breathing of the two horses.

She shifts her furry self closer to him after a while, offering her warmth. Tilting her head downwards, her brown eyes look to meet his as her ears swivel around curiously. What could he really be doing so far from the others, her mind ponders, wishing she could voice such a question but her expression probably asked it all.

mare, 3 years, draft cob x arabian, bay [Ee Aa], 16.0 hh
kieron x avasha.
meggieboo.
html by russell 2013 onwards.image by snow @ dA




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