The Lost Islands
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turning the hourglass; voyager



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⬩ Voyager ⬩

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There was a part of her that still lingered in wondering about the world beyond their little forest, but the bite of winter was growing close faster than she had thought, word having come to them by a wandering shaman woman offering to come if her first foal was a difficult one. Apparently one of the islands already had felt the wrath of an ice storm - even this early in the autumn season.

This particular morning she was simply walking the shore, having woken up during one of Voyagers patrols. She found herself growing more and more fond of the fellow, his strength and slightly awkward way of trying to ply her for attention becoming charming despite her usually more aloof self.

Her head tilts, she sighs, wondering after him as she lets her hooves kick at the film of surf that dared to still reach up the beach. Today she does not tuck under the shelter of the canopy but instead walks the pebble-sand beach with the scent of pine pollen heavy on the sea air. Leaves were turning colors betwixt the evergreens now and that too had a scent of impending chill.

The shaman woman had warned that her hard travels and low weight would be not ideal for a foal when she had caught a glimpse of the eyeing that she had done towards Voyager at that time. It had left her thinking that perhaps such a thing was not entirely beyond her interest, or her heart. Was there to be any stallion that so thoroughly looked after her, gave her such freedoms as he did to wander as she pleased as long as she did so safely or beside him?

When she spots him, her heart wriggles happily in her chest as if the butterflies in her gut had fluttered up into her chest. "Voyager," she whinnies gently, suddenly shy thanks to her thoughts. When she trots up the shoreline to him and then up onto the grassy knoll, she shakes herself and presses a nose to his cheek. A flirtation she had still not allowed till this moment. "I hope you slept well."


OF THE LUTHIEN FOREST

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



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