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The Lost Islands
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Talkin' love but I can't even read the signs




How do I form a connection when we can't even shake hands?
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou're like a phantom greeting me


Nereid cannot help the soft sigh of relief that escapes her lips when he does not immediately begin their journey. Despite her adoration of the ocean, it had been some time since her last arduous journey. She took this moment to catch her breath and to take stock of what energy that still dwelled within her core. It would have to be enough to get her to the Dunes but much further than that was up in the air. She could only hope he would not mind resting when they reached their final destination. A quick nap sounded appealing at the moment.


His shoulder brushing her own brought a quick smile to her lips and a breathy chuckle. "You are Soter" she remarks offhandedly, sliding her orbs to the side so that he could not see the mirth dancing within. Yes, you are the daimon of safety and deliverance. You have given me a home she thought before allowing her attention to focus once more on the rolling hills of sand.


The figure of an unknown equine caught Nereid's eye the moment she focused on something other than Bahadir. She stumbled to a complete halt, unsure of who this woman was. A woman draped in gold and onyx, who herself with all the bearings of a queen. If Bahadir was Poseidon then this woman was Amphitrite, his queen. Sooty lashes draped across her cheeks as Nereid dazed down at her hooves, heat flushing once more across her cheeks. This time she did so in shame and embarrassment. She could only imagine what her new queen must think, seeing the two of them like this.


I feel like Alkyone she couldn't help but think, glancing between her queen and king. I must remember that he is not mine. Her moment of mirth and impish teasing was over. She takes steps away from Bahadir, bringing up her walls of formal civility. A shield she used when dealing with those of higher rank and lineage than her own. She may have once been a queen but no longer did she wear her crown. "It is a pleasure to meet you Βασίλισσα μου" she replied, dipping her muzzle to almost her knee in a quick curtsy. "My name is Nereid. I apologise for keeping Bahadir away from his duties and causing unnecessary concern."


[ TRANSLATION: my queen ]


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