The Lost Islands
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my heart is burnin'


Tarrant was lingering near the line of palm trees, where the jungle burst thick behind him, when he saw the reddish colt wander down the shoreline. His green eyes trailed after him, knowing by default without having met him that he must be Sokka. The only other young colt living in Paradise was Tarrant’s grandson, Elliot. With his green eyes trailing the colt (he hoped his mother and father came back soon, though not to be rid of him, but because Tarrant could not help but worry), he observed as he approached what looked to be just another horse-shape from this distance. Tarrant blinked and turned his ears toward them, wondering if he knew who the other horse was.

A part of him wanted to leave them be, which wasn’t like Tarrant at all. When he’d seen children in the past he’d been more than excited to change forward, give a few kicks, and entice them into silly games. He’d played with his own children in these very waters (well, the tide that touched the Shore, not Paradise) and they’d spent hours pretending the long strands of kelp were sea monsters. But Tarrant wasn’t like that anymore. Maybe it wasn’t a permanent fixture, hopefully it wasn’t a permanent fixture. No one here knew that. No one here remembered the Tarrant that used to be.

He snorted and drew forward, at least to say hello, maybe to make sure that everyone was okay. That was his job as herd stallion, wasn’t it? Especially if he hadn’t met the other horse yet.

As he approached, more of the situation became clear. The other horse was a filly, young as well, with a thicker coat than those of Atlantis would develop. “The Bay is on Tinuvel.” She said, and Tarrant found himself wearing a easy, kind smile as he heard it. “Hello,” he spoke as he drew near them, “welcome to Paradise. I’m Tarrant.” He cast his green eyes to Sokka, his smile remaining for the colt as well. “What brings you to Atlantis today? Out exploring?” He asked as his attention returned to the filly. He remembered speaking with Harlequin, who also was from the Bay, and wondered if they were related.



T A R R A N T
when I first left you my heart was in my hand so tight,
xxxxxxxxxxxxcommanding my days, the soul possessor of my night.




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