The Lost Islands
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Falls

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

// the willow maid


She spent but a breath beneath the waters, to shake and shudder, before another seemed to coalesce out of the glistening droplets forming the mist at the base of the smaller waterfall. Her fine head tosses up from half-mast, her full height startled out of her, golden amber eyes honing in past the rivulets cleansing her face and forelock. "Hello?"

Her voice is delicate and treading the line between a rich alto and a lofty soprano, so like her honey color that perhaps she seemed as too-sweet, as she was in nature, right off. Her eyes are young seeming, open and utterly unweighted, no passage of evils or time to make her seem any grander than a feather prepared to flit away on the next breeze.

"I don’t mean to be rude. Do you mind if I join you? I’ve just come from the mainland, and I’m covered in salt from the swim."

She is too young to read past her surprise companions attempt to hide her desperation, so of course she hesitates longer than she otherwise might have. It is the hesitation of curiosity though, and not rejection. She nods, taking in the creamy form and the dark mane. She envied those who possessed any forthright coloration at all. The blacks, bays, the chestnuts, and even the buckskins with their starkly rich manes flowing against their lightened bodies. Woe be to the light of hide, targets all.

"It is not my stream, nor my waterfall. I am from the mainland as well. You are of course welcome," her sweet temperament betrayed, she shakes and shudders two more times for good measure before stepping from within the running water. Her feathers try and float back up around her knees for the sheer length of them, her lean legs and slender build made just a little more fantastical with the draft traits betraying the hidden strength she never seemed to use on purpose.

"I have followed a one named Glenna. You look as though you could have been from the Sisterhood… though I admit I was not old enough to know more than my mother, Glenna, and our closest sisters before I left.." she seems to hesitate when she recognized her nervous excitement had made her prattle on a little. "Forgive my chatter, I have been quite a while without company to talk to..."







[ female - three years - 15.2 hh - gypsy walker - amber champagne dun roan tobiano - unattached - no home ]



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