The Lost Islands
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when life gives you lines; open

In my defense,
the moon was full
and I was left
unsupervised

Gods, she missed the sun. Missed the wide-branching trees and the big sky and the open grassy 'sea' and the warm ocean breeze. She hadn't realized how much she missed Luthien until spring rolled around again and she found herself trudging through ankle-deep snow-mud-sludge despite summer being only weeks away. As a girl growing up in the Cove, such conditions had never really bothered her considering they were all that she knew... but she was no little girl anymore, but a fully grown mare, a mother even, and she knew better now.

But Zurok was here. Helix was here. And so, she was here too.

That didn't stop her, of course, from gazing wistfully out at sea every so often. It was a pastime that she'd grown so fond of as of late that the tree she often leaned against had slowly but surely begun to lose it's bark where she touched it, growing smooth instead of rough. It pleased her in a way, to see evidence of her influence, though she didn't really know why. The Bay felt... temporary still, in some ways. As though Zurok might decide tomorrow that they would head somewhere else. It was a foolish notion, of course. She knew why they were here. Knew that the rude pale stallion and his kin were unlikely to disappear again, just as much as she knew that Zurok seemed mostly content here with Fell.

For her, it was just a bit too close to her childhood home to feel comfortable, especially with the tension between the Bay and the Cove. In truth, she hadn't exactly told Zurok about what the Cove or Solomon was to her, and she didn't know if Fell knew enough to guess. She was careful to steer mostly clear of the black stallion and his kin, though not because she disliked them as much as it was because she didn't know them. They were strangers to her, and she hadn't yet taken the time to change that.

The pinto lifted her face to the weak Tinuvel sun and let it warm her, shuttering her eyes against the glare and simply existing for the moment. Whatever was going to happen would happen, regardless of how she decided to meet it. It wasn't her job to worry about the logistics or the how or they why. Her only job these days now that Helix was a little older was simply to exist.
Young MareMuttSmoky Black Tobiano16.2h
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