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


He had not told them. It was clear to Skylar as she looked at Jörmungandr and how the other mare spoke. A smile also touched her own ebony lips but it was a sad one as something did come to her; a realization that every word she had spoken to Lyden had been for nothing. Skylar had always told herself that he did not come to the Peak because he had been too busy. Perhaps that is still true but Skylar did not feel so. Not anymore.


“It would seem Lyden does not share everything with his Lead then.” Skylar sighed softly and shook her head. “When he requested a meeting in the Commons I agreed despite how much I disliked that territory. Why he chose it when our girls were so small anyways is beyond me. But I had told him that I had gotten him access to come to the Peak when he wished to see the girls. I had also told him that all he had to do was tell me and I would help anyway that I could.”


A flash of anger threatened to darken her mood but Skylar pushed it away quickly, hoping that it did not show before she could be rid of it. If she had been needed here, then why had Lyden not come to her? Why had he not spent time with his children like he had so wanted? Instead Skylar had been forced to bring them back here and already she had heard the questioning in the girl’s tone on their father’s lack of interest in visiting them.


“All is in the past though. I have brought the girls here for the much needed time they wanted with their father.” Skylar said, her gaze traveling back to Jörmungandr. “But I would like to talk again later if you will have my company?”
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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