04-22-2018, 02:45 PM
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W ound’s first encounter with the bay appaloosa hadn’t been too long ago, when she looks back on things. Time has been passing quickly (racing past her eyes quicker than the flying fish breaching from the ocean’s waves in the near distance); she’d met Durotan when her daughter had still been living within Tephra. The loss of Wishbone’s presence leaves an ache in her that she’s having a difficult time filling.But her plan is to work harder for Tephra than she ever has before. Wound finds herself covering every inch of the island’s surface, making sure everyone feels comfortable and at peace. Tensions are running high and the Head of Peace is during her best to make sure they are soothed to a reasonable degree. But the work is wearing her down to the bone, so on a breezy autumn day Wound finds herself heading toward the hot springs cradled under the shadow of the volcano. A gentle sigh leaves her mouth as the warm waters ease the ache in her bones. She can’t remember the last time she felt at peace (though it was only a season ago, when their summer was quiet and easy). Her eyes slide closed for a few moments, allowing her muscles to relax as she moves deeper so the water splashes against her chest and shoulders. A noise nearby forces her lids open to reveal coffee-brown eyes. She spots Durotan nearby, making his own way toward the hot springs. A smile finds the corners of her lips, glad that the stallion knows his way around well enough to have found one of Tephra’s more relaxing landmarks. “Durotan!” She lets her voice rise to call out across the distance, drawing attention to herself while her ombre mane sticks to the silvery umber of her neck. |
credit to nat of adoxography.
@[Durotan]