The Lost Islands
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remember me love when i'm reborn (bacardi)
Posted on March 2, 2023 at 08:39:14 PM by sidra



Sidra had always liked the Forest, but she’d never ventured any further than a few steps past its borders. She didn’t have the same boldness as her sister, and she’d heard the way her father spoke of the new lead who’d taken the territory over; it wasn’t with malice, but it wasn’t with warmth, either. If he was ever pressed, Zevulun would only say old issues had happened between himself and the Forest lead years ago, but it was ones he felt would never be mended. Vernonia had tried to press once, both girls quite curious at what could anger their father that much - he seemed quite forgiving to them - but he would only say it wasn’t a story for them to know. Though they’d never learned, it was enough to tell either girl they didn’t have any reason to go poking around in the Forest.

But as Sidra grew older so did her curiosity grow. She had been born among the rolling hills and winding rivers of the Prairie, where trees were scattered here and there, or grown in small groups, nothing like what she could see in the Forest. The tall trees, so different from the cottonwoods and willows, with their year-round green needles full among their branches, even heavy with snow, were quite intriguing. Soon her favorite place in the Prairie to linger was right near the border of the two territories, where she could idly graze across the invisible line, brushing through soft fern leaves, and smile as she listened to the way the dried needles crunched under her hooves when she walked far enough inside.

Today, she was doing just that. Sidra had stopped at the edge of where the trees grew, where she could count their endless trunks ahead and admire the sun-spots filtering through from above. There was a particular ray of golden light reaching down on a patch of rich, green grass that looked about knee-high. It was a small clearing, maybe large enough for two horses to comfortably relax in, and the way the trees overhead broke apart the entire place was awash in golden light. It looked warm and inviting… but it was quite a ways away…

Sidra flicked a golden ear back toward the Prairie, then glanced over her pale haunches to see if anyone was keeping an eye on her. The rest of the herd had moved off while grazing, leaving her alone. She looked back at the clearing ahead and grinned, making up her mind immediately as she began to walk forward. She moved carefully, like a young doe might, nervous of the shadows as anxieties birthed fake monsters for her to fear with each small step she took from the protection of her home.

But when the warmth of the sun touched her, Sidra’s lips broke into a smile. She stepped fully into the clearing, the soft grasses parting as she moved through them, coming to a stop in the middle of the small clearing and lifting her head up toward the sky. The sun beat constantly down on most of the Prairie but here, in this small patch in the midst of the woods, it felt special. Dropping her guard far more than she should have, Sidra stopped paying much attention to any surrounding noises and simply basked in the provided warmth from above.


SIDRA
zevulun x luna | of the prairie



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