The Lost Islands
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Stay wild, Moon Child


She walked in moon dust,
but stars were sprinkled in her hair

The badlands queen was not left waiting long in this unfamiliar place. Arkana slips out of the foliage before Feray can launch another call to her, the girl’s own barrel swinging with the precious life inside; has so much time passed already?

“Arkana,” her name leaves her lips on happy sigh, satisfied all seemed to be well with the younger mare. Feray takes a few steps forward, offering her nose in greeting before letting her eyes wander to Arkana’s rounded barrel. “Roheryn is okay, if not losing his mind at the fact i have taken off whilst heavily pregnant again, but he’s completely fine,” she offers up a sheepish grin with the brief information given, knowing she had promised Ro that she wouldn’t take off when so far into her pregnancy again like she’d done with Ajnur; who was clearly suffering now for her mistakes. No, her mind disagrees with those inner thoughts, her oldest boy was chosen by the moon herself and his sight was the due sacrifice, he would learn to adjust. Her eyes move back up to Arkana’s own, genuine concern within their depths.

“I came here for you. Ro and myself have lost a mare before, one we held dear to our hearts; so when i learned you had left i was determined to find you again and bring you back i guess,”, Feray felt rather silly when speaking her inner thought process on this matter out loud, anxiously chewing at the inside of her cheek whilst shifting on her hooves. A fool's errand, she believed it was called, because wouldn't Arkana have stayed if she truly wanted to be in their herd?

“The child is his, is it not?”, Feray tilts her head looking at the girl more clearly, a bit more closely than before, saying things she probably should have thought about before opening her big mouth, “oh dear me. Maybe I have misread the situation altogether my dear, I am so sorry to trouble you so with these things; I blame the hormones.” She rolls her eyes in exasperation, huffing out a breath that was for pure frustration with herself. Yet the question was out there, probing for the answer within the little mare before her.

“If anything, I wanted to make sure you were okay Arkana, regardless of your own choices”.

Mare - 7 - mutt - buckskin varnish roan - 16.0hh
Beloved moonchild of Orhan & Carisa
Feray
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