The Lost Islands
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drove it like i stole it



half agony, half hope

Corvette hadn't known what to expect in meeting the other herd members of the Bay, but she was pleasantly surprised at how friendly the golden mare was. Ironclad's mares had certainly run the gamut, with her own dam being oppressively friendly, Kvothe being painfully shy, and the rest being all over the place.

The mare's rejoinder earned another genuine chuckle from Corvette and she bobbed her head, acknowledging that her fondness of Tinuvel likely had been at least a little bit based on some rose-tinted memories."Fell," she answered with a shrug of her shoulders, unaware that her companion did not share the same appreciation for the mysterious black stallion that she did. "When he showed up in the Commons I didn't know we were going at first because he doesn't talk and all," the moment she said it, she realized that of course, the appaloosa would know that, given her residence here. "But I'm not sad about it..." her voice grew wistful as she glanced out toward where she knew the Inlet to be. "My family has a lot of history here... it's kind of nice to be in the vicinity at least."

Fearne went on to explain how she'd come to be here, and Corvette listened attentively, her ears tipping forward in curiosity. Some mares would have perhaps balked at the situation she described - being traded like currency - but Corvette found a certain sense of normalcy in it. Such mentality had been the backbone of her sire's way of life, and while she hadn't been around long when they'd actually had a home, it was still familiar to her.

"Oh, not long." She said, with a flush of embarrassment as Fearne inquired about how long she'd been here. "Just since late Fall, really." Long enough to have gotten herself into trouble, that was for certain. "Do you not like it here?" She prompted more gently, a furrow in her brow. She could understand not liking extremes, given that she lacked any desire to ever visit Salem herself. It occurred to her that perhaps the problem wasn't the land and so she pressed more, without judgment. "Or is it not the land you don't like?"


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