The Lost Islands
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Falls

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

To the moon and back, remember?

"Look at the stars and how they shine for you"
Mare - 3 - mutt - buckskin varnish roan - 16.0hh
beautiful moon-child of Orhan & Carisa
Beloved puppet of MeggieBoo

Zevulun, Zevu or perhaps-, "I'd like to call you Zev," Feray chimes, a twinkle to her eyes. Just a mere shortening of his name that was unique to herself while she thought of something else to call him. "As long as that is okay with you?", Feray hurriedly rushes out, ears slanting backwards and then upwards as an unsure look crosses her face before it is gone again at his new questions. He was right in his judgment; so he wasn't just a pretty face and a smooth talker, she inwardly chuckles. Most males she came across were just that, as she always tried to hold them up against her father and brother, trying to find a male whom was worth just as much as them. Not she was ever thinking of settling down, but in her life Feray had seen what hard work is and would not settle for anything less.

Our pale lady was all too happy to jump in to answer his questions though. "Your assumptions are correct," her dark lips pull into a grin, "born and raised on the islands I was, but then I left for a year and returned; only to leave again and here I am once more. Only this time I seem to have missed my island all together." Feray looked rather embarrassed, but it was hardly her fault a storm had caught hold of her and sent her adrift in the opposite direction. Now she was hopelessly lost in this place called the falls, but maybe not as lost as she had originally thought. She did, afterall, have a new friend who most likely knew his way around.

The thought struck her hard and she eagerly pulls herself the rest of the way out of the water and up the bank, now a mere breath away from her new friend as she prances in place. "Do you know where the Desert is? An island called Salem I do think it was? My father and brother rule there," she excitedly presses, "or perhaps you know someone who might?". So close to Zevulun she can't help the way her eyes roam, or the warm flush she feels just under her skin as the musky odor of the male before her. Honestly, he is the first stallion she has met that was not of relation to her; something she would keep to herself.

Feray;
dante



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