The Lost Islands
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It’s best if you don’t, he said, and Sidra felt her heart sink, but accepted his words with a small nod. She was ready to slip away and retreat to the Prairie, expecting it would be his next wish that she leave. But then he spoke again and told her to stay while she was here, to enjoy before she left. Sidra was torn between guilty embarrassment (she was only here because she trespassed, after all) and excited relief.

“Thank you,” she replied, a small smile skirting at the corners of her charcoal lips.

Sidra knew he would likely want to carry on his way or perhaps tend to his herd, but she found herself wanting to speak with him more so he might stay longer. She wasn’t sure where this courage came from to speak up and engage him, but Sidra fell into it like she was in a dream.

Maybe it was. Maybe she’d fallen asleep in the sun-bleached grasses of the Prairie and was dreaming up this entire meeting.

“Your home is very beautiful.” Sidra complimented and gestured from the direction she’d wandered through. “I spend a lot of my time at the Prairie border admiring the Forest. The smell of the pines is lovely too.” Her voice softened as did her smile, amber eyes bright. “It’s stronger here,” she said, then giggled and rolled her eyes at herself, “well, of course it is.” They were currently surrounded by the tall pine trees, she wasn’t yards away from them as she normally was. Briefly she looked away from him and up toward their tops, which seemed to reach up for the clouds.

Her eyes dropped back to the painted stallion. “Oh, my name is Sidra.”


SIDRA
zevulun x luna | of the prairie




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