The Lost Islands
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The art of love is largely the art of persistence


Skylar had been lost in thought, deep within the dark chaos that was trapped within her mind. The stallion would have not startled her any other way; his voice was soft enough that it should have never spooked her. Yet as the blanketed stallion speaks her name the mare flinches, her golden eyes snapping to his form as her own goes rigid and ready to flee. Upon the instant of recognition she lets a sigh blow through her lips and swishes her tail, giving an embarrassed look. Yet before she can open her mouth, hoping to explain why he had startled her, the sound of hoof beats upon the sand catches her attention.


Raising her head, Skylar turns her gaze back to Lyden as he approaches. The light colored stallion slides up alongside her, reaching his muzzle out to bump her shoulder. She had not seen him since their last encounter that had caused her barrel to swell which left her a little put out with him but she would not act ill-tempered in front of the man who shared his home. Instead she turned her gaze back to the golden man, giving him a soft smile.


“I’m doing well, Şahin” Skylar replied, giving a faint dip of her head to the stallion. “Paradise is a lovely home. The name suits it well.” Mind still slightly distracted by thoughts of the Peak, she might have said more otherwise. But the mare had not been expecting company today and was a bit off on just what to say. She wanted nothing more than to ask Lyden where he had been and why he had once again disappeared but she held her tongue, only passing him one more glance before returning her attention to Şahin.
mare, crossbreed, blue roan tobiano, Ee aa Rr nT, 15.0hh.
styrke x hespera.
frost.
html by russell 2013 onwards.image by frost.



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