red roan sabino . badger face . fifteen and three . eight years . array x ephah
It was the memories, deeply engraved in the depths of her mind, that kept her away from her home.
How the women had screamed, their cries echoing off the waves and haunting her. She had not seen her father tumbling away from the edge of the cliff, but in her brother’s eyes she had seen it. Reflecting in his beautiful blue eyes, she had watched the tragedy happen.
The supposed suicide of her father had been enough to disintegrate the bonds of her family, and they had disappeared into the wind.
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I understand that all too well.” She tells him sadly, finally turning her red and white striped face away from the sea, her hazel eyes scanning his dark skin for a few moments. “
I’m sorry. You are too young for such a thing.” Lamenting, she knows all too well his struggle. Though war had not ripped through Tinuvel since before she was born there, such horror and tragedy had struck the Cove that she wonders how anyone can live there without feeling the ghosts.
She knows her brother has returned, scarred and changed and seeking to conquer the poltergeists of their home. Asra is certain she will never grace the shores of Tinuvel again for as long as she lives. Shifting her weight, she can feel the sand under the snow pushing at her toes, and how she desperately desires to crash into the ocean and return to her mother’s grave- yet she does not. She stands rooted at the water’s edge, carefully watching the young stallion’s face.
the windswept daughter of the cove