The Lost Islands
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i hope you are blessed
Posted on August 20, 2021 at 04:54:22 AM by Thea



~ with a heart like a wildflower



It all was happening too fast. Her heart pounded wildly against her ribs as she struggled through the cresting waves and finally she stood on wobbly legs in the ankle deep foam. Nervously she scanned the dark shadows of the Forest as it laid out before her, the deepening hues of night as crept its way across the evening sky. She couldn't do it. She had lied to herself and to Roheryn when she said was was ready. She couldn't face her.

She swallowed back the lump that began to wrap itself around her throat, no she couldn't do it. As the second ticked by, she jerked her head to look upon the boy who had brought her here. Her mouth opened and then she snapped it shut. How could she tell Felarof what she was feeling? He was just a boy... a boy who would not understand the fear and worry that now consumed her.

"Felarof," she whispered as the tears began to prick at the edge of her vision "I can't. I abandoned her. Why would she ever want to see me?!" she asked shrilly, not realizing how loud her voice had climbed. And again she began to shake her head back and forth. No. No! This was all wrong.

She lunged away from the boy, through the foaming surf and onto the hardened sand just beyond. Her hooves echoed against the sand as she ran. She ran away from Vana... Away from Felarof. Away from the hurt and the pain.

Her lungs burned with effort and her muscles screamed their protest, until finally she could not will them to take another stride. She slowed, froth flicked across her shoulders and neck, and her breath was ragged and sharp. The tears streamed down her face and her ragged breathes became sobs that racked her entire body. Exhaustion finally overcame her and she crumpled into a pile. She sobbed and hiccuped until all that was left was an emptiness, a deep dark emptiness.

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The warmth of the rising sun, presses itself against her skin and warms her, her dark eyelashes flutter open. A groan leaves her lips as she stretches her aching legs. Tenderly she climbs to her feet and shakes out the sands that clings to her pale coat. Where was she? When she had left Felarof, she had not cared which direction her hooves carried her - as long as it was away.

Oh Thea Ann, she silently chastises herself.

With a sigh and another groan, she pushes her self from the hard sand and onto the belly deep grass just beyond. Quietly, she grazes on the tender shoots of salt grass, until the pangs of hunger disappear. Another breath, and then a far off call echoes through the dark shadows and gnarled trees. Normally she wasn't the type to go wandering toward any strangers call, but this time. She is the stranger in this new place.

Gingerly she moves across the sands, with every other step she winces. And now you have injured yourself. She presses closer until the movement of a pair of pale horses causes her to slow and then pause. Were they safe to approach? She swallows back the fear that begins to wriggle its way around her sore throat.

She presses closer until she is closer to them and clears her throat. "D..d-do you know what this place is called?" she asks with a gentle tilt of her crown.

Little did she know what a mess she was presenting to them - disheveled dark locks cascade down her shoulders, sand still clings to her knotted mane and eyes were puffy and red from crying. And little did she care, for she felt as if she were a broken, discarded wildflower.




T h e a

flower child of nowhere
Welara Pony - 6 years old - 13.2 hh - Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano

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