The Lost Islands
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blazing through the world






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Innayat's delicately curved ears gracefully sweep together as she eyes the woman. There was no suspicion in her gaze just open curiosity. How did the draft mare find herself in the midst of all of this sand? She assumes that it was quiet cumbersome to maneuver through the shifting sands with such large saucer like hooves... and did the sand cling to her feathers?

As the woman finishes slurping, Innayat's brilliant blue gaze finds hers. Water dribbles off of the draft's chin and back into the still waters at her hooves.

You can't be lost if you didn't really have a destination to begin with.

"This is true," she breathes as she nods her delicate bone white face "And I was just about to ask... How has your journey through the sands been?" she asks with a gentle tilt of her crown and a kindness in her tone.

As the mare pulls herself from the pool and settles down near to her, Innayat relaxes and flicks her tail lazily across her hindquarters. The mare continues and weaves her tale - from the Peak to the Lagoon and now across the Isles. A traveler.

A smile touches her lips at the woman's question and then an introduction. Innayat dips her head gently at the woman's name and then answers her question.

"No, the island is called Salem," she pauses for a moment as she combs her memory for the names of the other lands on Salem. "But there are four territories on this Island, each with their own rulers. There is the Desert, the Badlands and finally the Hills," she had only set hoof in the Desert with her father, but had it on her mind to visit the other neighboring territories.

"I have not visited any of the other territories, except the Desert. Each land on Salem is unique," she says with a smile on her lips. "What other islands have you visited?" she asks.

She had always sought adventure but it all changed with the meeting of Fiero - the silver tongued lord of the Dunes.


~ defined by no man, you are your own story,



I n n a y a t
Dune Walker
Marwari Mutt | 4 years old | 15.0 | Mare | Buckskin Rabicano Sabino

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