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EVREN

“Scylla. Of course,” Evren repeated with a smile, though the name rang no bells. She took a moment to give the mare another once-over, pleased to see no signs of hostility, and noting the shine of her coat in the half-light that indicated a recent swim. Evren flared her nostrils, breathing in the scents of the autumn evening, and picked up the faint aroma of something she did not recognize. So Scylla had been away from the islands.

Evren had just opened her mouth to ask where Scylla had been all this time when Scylla posed her with, if not a question of her own, at least a statement that implied a question. This gave Evren pause as she considered how best to respond. True, Evren was in a much happier place now than she had been when she and Scylla had first met, but with the threat of war looming over the islands, that was quite likely to change.

“Oh, well enough,” Evren said in a tone that was a little too lighthearted. She paused, considering making a comment about how Scylla had arrived on the islands at a complicated time, but without knowing Scylla’s reasons for returning, or how long she would be here, Evren decided not to drag her into island drama so soon. “How about yourself? Where have you been all this time?”

9; mutt; bay tobiano; 15.3hh

orhan x arcana
mother of han
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