The Lost Islands
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as you think, so you become;



Mṛgaśira


[ mh ru gha SEER ah ]

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▻ none (x no one) ◅


The place they swam to was especially crisp, chilled in a bone-deep way that never happened in the Dunes. Over the day and night she had with her father and this strange woman, she had only become more sure of her choice to set her father straight on the matter of her marriage. Of COURSE she was of age by now. She would have been given to a husband long ago if he hadn’t been away. Two or more years ago, now.

Her curled ears catch her mane as the wind picks it up mid-shake. The seawater that she tries to dry herself of does not weight the strands down enough and some catch on the hook of her eartips.

She is little, lithe, and young - unaccustomed to anything like Marriage except through stories her mother had told to her. She had always felt as though she were missing out, lingering in the broad stone halls of her mothers canyon. The red of her topline and shielded chest makes the white of the rest of her stand out vibrantly amidst the little trio on the shoreline.

When her father calls her, makes her pay attention to protocol, she snaps back towards him and the other mare he had found to come here with her, keen on making a good first impression. She steps near to the other mare, "I am glad you are here," she offers with a smile. It was easier coming here, leaving the entire biome of her youth, with someone else also from Salem and smelling of sand.


OF THE TINUVEL BAY

▻ four years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅



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