The Lost Islands
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watch the sunset disappear





I hoped deep in my soul that he wouldn’t pull away when I reached out to touch him. I had never been this touchy with another, I was only this way with my mom and dad, so this was a very new experience for me. When he sighed against me, I let my eyes slip closed, my head still resting gently against his neck. I was more than willing to get to know him better, after all, he was the one who was to keep me safe, if I couldn’t trust him, then what was the point, right? He moved closer and I tried to fight the smile that crept onto my lips as we stood there. It was more acceptance in the past few moments than I had ever felt in months, really. It warmed me, inside and out.

I had never dreamed when I was a child, that I would be kicked out of that herd that I had been born into, never thought that I would roam lands until I finally stumbled upon this place, so wonderful in it’s appearance, and those who resided in it reflected that as well. I knew not of the others within the borders, but I figured that with time that could happen, after all, I couldn’t expect them all to accept me with open arms, this new girl who couldn’t even speak. I was still shocked that Braylen accepted me as the way I was.

He moved back a bit, so I followed suit, although I had been comfortable, I had a feeling that there was something he needed to say, so I looked up at him, wondering what was running through his mind. He spoke of their age, and in response, I pawed at the ground, three times. Hoping that the message got across well. He proceeded to speak of children, and how when the season would roll around again, that he was thinking that he wanted some. At first I was unclear with what he was meaning to say, but slowly I went over his words again in my mind, and in a question to him, I craned my neck, touching my chest, then looking to him with a questioning glance.

I wasn’t sure why anyone would want someone like me to be a mother, how good of one could I be when I couldn’t talk. What if my problem was hereditary and the child got it too? The worries ran through my mind, but in the same instance, the single thought of giving as much love as I had been given as a child to another life, oh, how glorious that would be.



isobel ; three ; mustang, brumby, appy mix ; snowcapped dunskin roan ;

female ; mute ; 14.3 hh ; of the forest [braylen's]

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