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Gonna make love to the stars
Posted on August 13, 2017 at 04:48:05 PM by Evaline



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



The chill set in more quickly than Evaline had anticipated. She had been a resident of Salem for quite some time now, and perhaps coupled with her age, she was more susceptible to the differences in climate, especially during a harsher month like winter. A shiver ran down the length of the palomino's spine, and the trembles continued in her tired, protesting legs. She lay against the hard, cold earth, licking at a few dirty patches of snow in an effort to rid the taste of seawater from her mouth and quench her insatiable thirst. The mare's surroundings were not lost on her either. Evaline identified the terrain as the neighboring Forest the moment she washed up on its shoreline. While she hadn't spent a great deal of time here during her stint on Luthien, she had visited enough to know the land's distinguishing sights and smells.

Evaline was tired. Tired enough that she wished to find a safe spot to close her eyes for a little while. But knowing her children, it would be best if she got to her feet and made it to the Prairie as quickly and quietly as possible. Shamwari wouldn't wait long before alarming the sirens and sending a search party, and she wasn't in the mood for such a dramatic rescue. Evaline didn't know what kind of relationship her son had with his neighbor these days, either. If Asp was still around, well, such a grand fanfare operation could ruffle the feathers of that disgruntled jerk. And Evaline didn't need to be at the cause of another crumbling arrangement between the two territories.

The golden mare's stare locked onto that of a roan-colored mare who approached carefully in the distance. She was calculated enough to make sure Evaline would see her well before she encroached too closely. Evaline nickered to her in a friendly way, hoping to show that she meant no harm. But she did not immediately move to stand on all fours. Instead she watched her from her view from the ground, her breathing finally evening out, but the exhaustion still wore heavily on her.

"Ah yes, quite fine dear." She said softly, tilting her petite head to one side as she assessed the similarly-sized mare standing above her. "It's hell getting old, let me tell you. Can't even take a quick dip without some disastrous results. It's embarrassing, honestly."




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

ooc: Sounds like a plan. :)


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