The Lost Islands
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Meadow

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

Kjærlighet og raseri kan sameksistere

mare; icelandic x vanner; 14.2hh; palomino roan sabino
3 years
no home

His sudden movement startles her, and she scrambles hastily out of his way. There is something in front of his eyes, she realizes, but she can’t figure out what it is, or what the other contraptions are that dangle from his damaged flesh. Do they hurt him? They don’t appear to be constricting his movement, but they cannot possibly be comfortable. She sidles around to meet his searching gaze, cocking her head to the side; her distress is visible on her face, but she wears more prominently an expression of concern. She keeps her distance now after the two have startled each other - she is sure the fear is worse in him than it is in her - and watches as he dances in place with panicky steps. Sæunn holds still so that he can see her without having to chase her about with his covered eyes, though she, too, feels the urge to prance lightly on her toes should the need arise for her to bolt.

I do not know where I am, nor if my driver chases me, he says, and she can only understand a few of his words. ”Crossing,” she says to answer his first concern, but the second one she does not understand at all. Chase is a word she understands, and hearing it makes her all the more nervous, but she breathes deep and forces calm over herself. She can be of no help to this stallion if she is panicking.

His next words are easier to understand. Sæunn nods knowingly at his question, releasing a breath to help her relax. She cocks a hind hoof and shifts her weight to one hip, and her muscles follow the familiar routine of settling into the lazy position. ”Valka helps me when I come,” she explains. ”Safer together.” She takes a tentative step towards him. She is still disturbed by the alien materials adorning his dark face, but now curiosity unfurls as well. ”What happens to you?” she asks gently, daring to step no further; they are not yet close enough to touch. Her eyes trace the lines of the blinders, and of the contraption to which they are fashioned. She wants to grab the unnatural thing in her teeth and pull it off him, but she is sure that will cause him more undue stress, so she does not reach out.
Sæunn



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