The Lost Islands
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⬩ Voyager ⬩

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Her head is tilted, asking him about someplace that he might suggest for a decent place to kick up her feet - so to speak - when the weather prevented her from enjoying the world abroad. She clearly hasn’t a thought to him if he’d been less inclined to be polite, inclined to trust her gut on individuals as it was.

When she sees him adjust his standing, she mirrors him, comfortable enough to content herself with this immense other creature. "There is a place in the forest that has trees and a way to avoid most snow and rain." He answers in a positive direction and her ears instantly perk, blackened face brightened and sand-opal eyes gleaming with hope. His hum beforehand, girl that she was, did make her only just the littlest bit giddy in its depth, nostrils flared and their shaded pink depths exposing her passing interest. It was not fall yet, but she was old enough to respond to such things - flirting without flirtation was so much less hampering than the other version.

He shifts himself and looks to an island across the water, her own eyes following the direction of his gaze until it landed on an island not too far - but still back into the water from whence she came. She shakes herself, but she turns in that direction anyway, listening to what he has to say about the far off place she had swum past initially. "I live in the forest under a stallion named Bacardi. The herds there are kept safe and covered for the winter colds and we try our best to keep everyone safe. If you follow, you'll have a warm and dry place with grass and a herd that is starting out…"

She tilts her head this time to the other side in consideration, eyes turning back to the large black stallion to read him in her gut rather than her head. It sounds precisely the sort of place she’d actually have considered anyway… then she tosses her head as if shrugging and steps into the surf. "That sounds exactly what I need… I would be allowed to explore, right? With a name like Voyager, surely you aren’t stuck there forever… I mean, you’re here now, yea?"


OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS

▻ mare - mutt - wild bay dun pangare splash sabino, gulastra plume - 14.3 hh ◅



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