The Lost Islands
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the colder the heart the warmer the gun

Her squeal echos across the crashing waves with greying ears perked forward to listen. She could hear it, the way the sea called back to her. She could hear the way the waves rushed onto the beach, the way it crashed into the jagged rocks nearby, and she watched how the sea danced at her tune. She felt one with nature until a loud voice breaks her concentration. Her ears flip backward as her head turns to see the filly bounding towards her. The dark filly seems awfully bubbly as her muzzle reaches out in greeting and she introduces herself. Brunhild quickly taps her muzzle to the filly's in a hello, but she pulls away just as fast.

"Shhh, can't you hear them?" She whispers as her blue eyes return to the ocean. She doesn't notice the Fjord colt as he looks upon the two of them. Brunhild's whole focus was on the ocean until suddenly a figure emerges far off in the distance. The filly gasps in amazment as a large dark creature lifts its body from the ocean with jaws opening wide. The thing's mouth was huge! Brunhild was unable to peel her eyes away, even to see the other filly's reaction. She watches the unknown creature until it crashes back into the sea in a large splash of water. It had only been there a minute at most, but it was enough to keep her interest in the mystery of the ocean.

"Did you see that?" She asked as she turns towards the other filly, but she freezes when she spots the colt in the distance. "Who is that?" She whispers lowly so he wouldn't hear.

the colder the heart, the warmer the gun.
filly - 1 year old - gray - 15.1hh - tinuvel princess
Brunhild.
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