The Lost Islands
CLICK FOR IMAGE CREDITS


there are no legacies in this life, are there? (thea)


NO MONUMENTS, NO HISTORY
JUST THE WATER.

it pays us, and then it claims us;
swallows us whole as if we've never been here at all.

Ramiel’s heart ached as he followed after the small painted mare with such sad eyes. He hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him following her, but he couldn’t let her leave without knowing she would be safe. If someone had told her she would be safe in the Forest there must be a reason she wasn’t. Maybe it wasn’t his responsibility to look after her. Maybe they were nothing more than strangers and any other horse would’ve let her go on her way, happy to not get involved with business they had no place in.

Not Ramiel.

She reminded him briefly of Dahlia - who he’s certain Raziel has went to find in the Prairie - and he remembered how ferociously he’d needed to help her, too. This sweet mare was both no different at all and completely different. Dahlia had only been trying to find her mother, but not in any fit of fear or tears over the matter when they came across her. This mare…

“If you don’t want me to follow you, I promise I’ll stop-” Ramiel called after her and hoped she’d let him at least walk with her, wherever she was going. “I just…” His blue eyes reached for her face. “I just want to make sure you’re safe.” He waited for a pause, their hooves pressing across the frigid Forest ground. “Who’s Roheryn? You- you don’t have to tell me, sorry. I’m sure that’s probably personal.” He floundered, just trying to help but worried he was overstepping all her boundaries and making the situation worse


THE LOST TINUVELIAN
zevulun x avalon; dunskin splash blanket (Ee Aa nCr Dd nSpl nLp nPATN2)


Replies:


Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Link Name:
Link URL:
Image URL:
Password To Edit Post:




Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->