The Lost Islands
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Falls

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

we were made for so much more


cricket
cricket
FEMALE | ANDALUSIAN MUTT | 16.2 HH | EIGHT | AMBER CHAMPANGE DUN PINTALOOSA[Ee/Aa/TT/LPlp/nPATN1]

It appeared the large woman had startled the other mare as her head rose so quickly from those frigid waters, but her warning was warranted as far as she was concerned. No doubt stepping into those frigid waters was a quick trip to a chill that would settle in your very bones. Still the stranger seemed appreciative despite being surprised, her gentile voice extremely fitting for the lithe, slender figure that it came from. Her dark tail flicked gently at her feathered heels, returning the dark woman’s soft smile with her own as she allowed her a few moments peace to collect herself in the newfound company of another. According to her father the islands always had a way of drawing a variety of horses in such an array of shapes and sizes. Cricket had never seen one such as the woman before her now, and her mind churned with questions about where the stranger might have come from, what drew her here now. The draft girl had her own reasons for being near the Falls but she was sure they were not shared by many.

Still she fought to quell her inquisitive nature, not wishing to put off a new companion, waiting until the seal brown woman introduced herself and rather relieved when she too asked what drew her so near the falls despite the water’s chilling temperatures. “I’m Cricket, it’s a pleasure to meet ya.” Her accented voice responded eagerly, her body shifting to settle her weight comfortably atop those thick legs. “I recently found my dad here, he’s made this area his home in a way I guess. I hope to be visiting the Peak soon though.” The painted mare was never one to waste time, waiting this long to visit the fabled mountains the Vulcans called home was near torturous but she had not yet felt comfortable leaving her father to his melancholy. Though he did seem to be getting better, coming out of his own mind more and more and it gave her hope. “And yourself?” It was the question which had been burning on her tongue since she first laid her crystalline gaze on the strange mare, she had an eye for a story in the making just like her dad.

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the sound in the silence...
...the light in the darkness
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