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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Gonna make love to the stars
Posted on August 5, 2016 at 03:59:31 PM by Evaline



I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.



Evaline did not alter her own pace to keep in line with her larger companion. She was happy to stroll along with her, but she wouldn't belabor herself in order to do so. She wouldn't do that for anyone. But Inka seemed to adjust accordingly and therefore there was no awkwardness between the two who couldn't be more different in make. Evaline's golden ears flicked forward and back as she listened to Inka describe her home in perhaps the most mundane way possible. She wasn't interested in knowing what the Peak's topography was like. What she wanted to know is what the herd dynamic was like. But she didn't bother to follow up with a more specific question. She didn't care about it all that much.

The golden mare allowed her gaze to shift to the thicket ahead, finding a trail for the two of them that seemingly lead in the direction of the falls. She could feel the moisture in the air even here. The Falls must be just up ahead. Evaline nickers to Inka before striking out at a brisk walk into the foliage, taking careful but quick steps down the trail. She listened to Inka as she spoke from behind her, chuckling briefly at the mention of her father's promiscuous ways. "So you have a lot of siblings then." She said, her tone loud enough to carry back to the mare behind her. "Any you're still close to?"

Evaline would remember, she mused, if she'd met Inka before. She doesn't run into many draft breeds on the islands. Especially ones from the Peak. The last draft she'd met was Rook, a ruggedly handsome though foul mouthed loser who lived in the Lagoon. She hadn't seen him in years, but she was reminded of him often. Every time she looked or thought about Shamwari, if she was being honest. The thought was fleeting now. That couldn't be why Inka looked so familiar. Her relationship with Rook had only lasted a few days.

"Did you ever know Valentine of the Prairie?" She called out, just as the trail among the woods began to thin and the roaring sounds of the falls overwhelmed them. Evaline stepped out of the forest and into the open clearing her chocolate-colored eyes settling on the grandeur of the falls in the distance. "We're not senile just yet." Evaline said, halting to take in the scene before looking to Inka was a wide smile across her lips.



17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Vinyl


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