The Lost Islands
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Oaths are but words, and words are but wind


Cream




“Indeed” agreed a feminine voice standing not too far away. The shadows of the trees had darkened and dappled her cream colored skin, her brown eyes glinting with amusement as she had yet to take them from the dark brute upon the ground. She stood casually as if she had not a care in the world, one dark hind leg cocked and resting while her thick ebony tail flicked lazily from one flank to the other. She had the look of a Queen, one that knew where she stood without effort among others as she finally looked away from Jabs to let her gaze drift over her son and then rest upon Lyden. She did not look down upon the man, only took in his appearance and demeanor before again looking back to her stallion.


Cream had disappeared upon the wind it seemed since weaning their son, Remo. Her body had been tired, her mind exhausted from the last delivery that had almost been as hard as Fly’s. So instead of rejoining the social world she had drifted like a ghost among the trees, seeking solitude away from those that called this place home. Now as seasons had passed she was healed and healthy, ready to rejoin life before it completely passed her by.


The mistress had thought of waiting until breeding season was over, worried that they would fall prey to lust once more. Each child had been hard in their own way. Soda was her first born and so the difficulties of that had been faced with knowledge of what would happen. But Fly had been much larger and had nearly stolen away Cream’s life during the birth. With determination the nearly white mare had drug herself back from death’s gates to raise the bay child and to even give Jab’s another one, a son this time. Much of the same had happened with Remo despite the lack of snow upon the ground or Tinuvel’s harsh winds. Recovery had come slower though, Cream getting older as it was.


“What have my two boy’s been up too? Surely not causing too much trouble?” she said with a smile though her eyes do not miss the mare lingering not far away, wondering if she belonged to Jabs or this painted man instead.


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