The Lost Islands
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FROM THE OCEAN SHE RISES


Though Olaf’s descriptions served her well on land, it would seem he is less accurate by sea as she came up a little short of where she had intended. When coupled with her decreased stamina from the first journey, this gave Lyden the clear advantage, not that she minds though – not really. She couldn’t deny she was a little disappointed to lose though when she really did enjoy winning so much. When she emerges from the ocean though, the faint, fresh scent of Lyden confirms that she did indeed just lose. His scent on her path –her father’s path – brings an inward smile, the pale stallion was smarter than she may have given him credit for.

She keeps her pace to an easy stroll, her casual demeanour covering the tiredness that hid below the surface. In truth, her limbs all stiffened and protested as she urged them forward, but she took little notice. Blue eyes hungrily take in all the sights – so strange finally see a place in person that you know by description alone. Olaf had not done it justice.

Her ears twist in the direction of hoof beats and Lyden’s nicker, and her eyes find his frame quickly. An exchange of breaths follows, and her knowledge of the forest had the effect she had hoped. She wonders silently if he’s trying to figure out how she knows the place so well, would he be surprised to learn she’d never actually set hoof in it before? ”Indeed you did,” she confirms, conceding defeat.

She does not offer her name right away though and instead listens to his continued tones as they move deeper into the forest. A mischievous look dances over her features, ”and where would be the fun in that?”. For a few beats she lets that settle in, after all, she did not say she would definitely give him her name if he beat her. She could quite easily string this out but she was truer to her word than to find a loop hole when he'd won fair and square. "A deal is a deal though" she adds after a few moments. "Jörmungandr. Gandy, if you prefer" most everyone did.

Mare | Clydesdale/Shire/Quarter Horse/Mutt
Buckskin [Ee/Aa/nCr] | Four | 16.0hh
Olaf x Chianti



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