The Lost Islands
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it was heaven a moment ago (any mares)
Posted on November 19, 2019 at 01:25:02 PM by ylva

Y L V A

Her first weeks in the bay had been a strange, tumultuous time. The short autumn days and cool Tinuvel winds were a balm on her soul after the heat and discomfort of Salem. The fact that she was now looked after by a fellow Fjord - and that her children had more than one playmate to keep them busy - definitely sweetened the deal. Yet often Ylva woke in the middle of the night with the panicked feeling that Warsaw had come for her, only to find that she was still safely snuggled with her children. Sometimes she could swear she caught his scent on the breeze, but it had grown fainter recently, and with it her fear that he was going to come for her. Whether Warsaw was even aware that she was right across the border, she had no idea, but either way, she was thankful to simply still be safe.

Ylva found herself watching Liland from afar often. At first, this was simply because she was fascinated by him, by the fact that he was a Fjord, and that he seemed to be the first decent stallion she had come across on the islands so far. He was handsome, kind to her and her children, and so far he had kept his word to keep them safe. Yet she sensed there was something beneath the surface, something darker that she had not yet encountered. She remembered what Shaydowfax had said: that he was depressed, and that Ylva should not take anything he said or did too personally. While he had been nothing but polite to her so far, there was one day that several new scents arrived in the bay, and shortly after, Ylva had heard shouting. Thankful her children were off entertaining themselves, Ylva had followed the sounds of the argument and peeked through the trees to see yet another Fjord, a mare, having a screaming match with Liland. Ylva’s heart had been in her mouth as watched the tail end of the encounter. While she was too far away to make out their words, it was clear that both of them were devastated about something.

Ylva had walked away with a coldness in her gut. That scene had been too raw and real for comfort, and brought back uncomfortable memories of her parents’ vicious arguments. It seemed Liland was not so perfect after all, and Ylva felt foolish for believing it.

Yet as the days passed and there were no more arguments, Ylva felt her worries dissipate. Arguments were normal, were they not? And for all she knew, the mare was the one in the wrong. Ylva did not hold this possibility against her, however. Though a deep, dark part of her was jealous that she was no longer the only Fjord mare in the herd, a larger part was quietly excited by it. More and more, the bay was feeling like home to Ylva, and it gave her the confidence to finally try getting to know its members. She was determined that her time here would not be like her time in the inlet. She could only hope that her efforts would pay off, and that the other mares were not so cold as the ones in the inlet.

Ylva had been lingering on the outskirts of the herd, grazing the stubby tundra grass as the afternoon sun dipped toward the horizon. Now she came closer, and lifted her head to regard the other mares curiously. She could not bring herself to call out, but she did her best to project open, inviting body language.

3; norwegian fjord; red dun pangare; 14hh
mother of harley quinn, joker, & torsten
html, image, & character by shiva


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