The Lost Islands
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Your King
Asmodeus
Your Queen
Nyimara
The Second
None
The Herd
Name, Name, Name
The Sub-Herd
Name, Name, Name
Allies
Name (Land)
Enemies
Solomon (Cove)
The Rules
  • There will be no fraternizing with enemies. If you put yourself knowingly in danger, don't expect a rescue.
  • We are only as strong as our weakest link. See to it that you are getting stronger in some skill that is useful, whether it is battling, recruiting, charming, etc.
  • The King and Queen have final say in all matters.
Live through this lie







Was I left behind?
Tell me, tell me I survived.




Orhan's reaction to what was to come was appropriate, but it didn't make me feel any better. He was clearly surprised that I'd come all this way to check in on a sister I'd never met. If I were him, I'd be squirming under my skin too. It made for an uncomfortable silence between us as we waited for Nova to arrive. But when she did, she sucked all the air out of the oasis and turned all the uncomfortable attention onto her. I could hear myself rambling but continued to do so, thinking it was best to put all of it out there so Nova could at least react once she'd had all the information I'd come to give her.

It was interesting to watch how warmly Orhan interacted with the young mare. It was clear that they didn't know each other yet, but they were clearly comfortable enough with one another. It was all I really needed to see to feel relieved that Nova had settled upon a good home. When Orhan added that we'd known each other for some time, I must admit I am surprised. It was the only time my brown eyes broke from Nova to look at him. It was a kind gesture and technically true, I mused, even if it was a bit farfetched. Nevertheless, I appreciated his willingness to set the right tone with her. Perhaps Orhan would be a better friend than I initially anticipated.

Nova's words commanded our attention and I stood silently as she spoke. I deserved to hear everything she had to say. I deserved her anger. It was unfair of Evaline to rob her of her adolescence to come find me. I was a grown stallion, damnit, and Valentine had kicked me out of the Prairie some years before I decided to leave. Evaline never came to visit me in the Lagoon either, so why the mad mare decided to leave the Prairie to come find me, I don't think I'll ever understand. But that wasn't worth trying to explain to Nova. She was young and clearly hurt. She was allowed to feel this way.

I stared at her from behind a gust of copper-colored forelock and bobbed my head in an answer to her question. "Aye. She was living the Prairie by herself by the time I came home. Valentine had already gone." I said honestly, allowing one sturdy front leg to rise and stomp into the soft sand in a gesture of nervous energy. "I decided to take the land, and she decided to stay. It took some time, but she came 'round."

My gaze remained hard on Nova during what came next. I took a step closer to her and nickered apologetically, but stopped as she continued to stammer on. "Listen, Vita Nova. I'm sorry she did that to you. I'm sorry about all of it. We don't have to be friends. When Nephilim told me he had left the islands for a while, I just wanted to know you were safe. And that you have family here, if you need us."

I eagerly accept her offer to share breathes and nicker again in the wake of the exchange. My heart is pounding in my chest, but relief comes in a dizzy wave as I share a laugh with her about our mother. "You should go see her sometime." I cast a side eye to Orhan now, nervous to see how he'd interpreted this strange reunion. I bob my head to him as a silent thanks for his willing to assist in this situation.




Shamwari | Fresian Mutt | Evaline x Rook | Stallion | Chestnut | 15.3 h |
Half-brother to Kasabian, Vita Nova, Paradiso | Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl



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