The Lost Islands
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the hind's crown; fell/any



Mṛgaśira


[ mh ru gha SEER ah ]

Fell

▻ Sarama (x Fell) ◅


She travels back across the border from the Cove relieved by just a little, then she beds down for the night and prays for a bit of warmth while her daughter takes her time to make it back to their little evergreen thicket. She is cool, but less cold now, having made herself so at home for the last year and some change. It is not as warm as if she had made friends or allies in her new household, but often the Lesser Wives who wanted to avoid the petty and catty politicking within a household would avoid the others who their husband had claimed.

Sarama did eventually return, bedding down with her so they might both be warmer, and then leaving early in the morning to explore again. The ranging nature of her daughter worried her, but she did not know what was expected of a mother, or woman, out here. Perhaps, if no one came to exact punishment for her daughter wandering, this was perfectly alright. Perhaps her daughter was destined to more freedom than she had ever imagined for herself.

She leaves her little home, the little hidden thicket, and pokes her nose into the deer highway that cut through the underbrush and trees nearby. Her ears perk, tips curling to touch one another in alertness. "Hello? Sarama?"


OF THE TINUVEL BAY

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



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