Why would she leave Islandres?
It isn’t for good. She may no longer be Chieftain, but the recent rumors of how Beqanna has reached even the isolated shores of her tropical home and the piebald mare couldn’t ignore the curiosity (nor the worry) that began to rise up within her. Islay knew very little of the geography of this world, it extended only to Tephra and then a little beyond that to the Brilliant Pampas where she had once been a captive.
But the Brilliant Pampas was no more. So what, then, of Tephra? It was home to Aestas, and though Islay hadn’t seen her sole friend in months, the whispers of the tide rising enough to swallow an entire kingdom prompted her to make sure that she was alright. But there was little to learn in the volcanic country and so Islay had wandered past the volcano, traveled over what little remained of Loess, and eventually passed into the Forest.
An ocean was at her back, when before had been the Pampas and Sylva, and it felt eerie. Islay kept turning her two-toned head over her shoulder, as if to make sure that the sea didn’t creep any closer. There were stories of strangers that had washed up, of horses that had no ears and had eyes that glimmer like Death. She knew about Kelpies - Gale had warned her about the ways that they would drag an unsuspecting equine under to a watery grave - and she couldn’t help but wonder if they might be one and the same.
With the afternoon sun beaming across Beqanna, Islay didn’t have the benefit of her shadows or darkness to conceal her. Darkness wouldn't come for some time yet. Though she had made it to the wooded grounds, there was a part of her that felt uneasy. Was she being watched? Had something followed her from the landbridge? There were more trees ahead where the Forest grew more dense, and perhaps there she might be able to camouflage herself until she could determine that she wasn’t being followed by a… what were they called again?
A Baltian.
Certain that someone (or something) was following her, Islay froze in the thicker part of the Forest. She shouldn’t have left Islandres, she thought in a panic. Islay's heart began to beat wildly, a tempo that surely would lead one of those sea creatures straight to her. She should have stayed back with Aedan on their island, where no monsters lurked or creeped or crawled, and then closed her eyes against a fear that threatened to swallow her whole, praying that her shadows would be enough to hide her.
@Colby for whoever you want to throw at her <3
It isn’t for good. She may no longer be Chieftain, but the recent rumors of how Beqanna has reached even the isolated shores of her tropical home and the piebald mare couldn’t ignore the curiosity (nor the worry) that began to rise up within her. Islay knew very little of the geography of this world, it extended only to Tephra and then a little beyond that to the Brilliant Pampas where she had once been a captive.
But the Brilliant Pampas was no more. So what, then, of Tephra? It was home to Aestas, and though Islay hadn’t seen her sole friend in months, the whispers of the tide rising enough to swallow an entire kingdom prompted her to make sure that she was alright. But there was little to learn in the volcanic country and so Islay had wandered past the volcano, traveled over what little remained of Loess, and eventually passed into the Forest.
An ocean was at her back, when before had been the Pampas and Sylva, and it felt eerie. Islay kept turning her two-toned head over her shoulder, as if to make sure that the sea didn’t creep any closer. There were stories of strangers that had washed up, of horses that had no ears and had eyes that glimmer like Death. She knew about Kelpies - Gale had warned her about the ways that they would drag an unsuspecting equine under to a watery grave - and she couldn’t help but wonder if they might be one and the same.
With the afternoon sun beaming across Beqanna, Islay didn’t have the benefit of her shadows or darkness to conceal her. Darkness wouldn't come for some time yet. Though she had made it to the wooded grounds, there was a part of her that felt uneasy. Was she being watched? Had something followed her from the landbridge? There were more trees ahead where the Forest grew more dense, and perhaps there she might be able to camouflage herself until she could determine that she wasn’t being followed by a… what were they called again?
A Baltian.
Certain that someone (or something) was following her, Islay froze in the thicker part of the Forest. She shouldn’t have left Islandres, she thought in a panic. Islay's heart began to beat wildly, a tempo that surely would lead one of those sea creatures straight to her. She should have stayed back with Aedan on their island, where no monsters lurked or creeped or crawled, and then closed her eyes against a fear that threatened to swallow her whole, praying that her shadows would be enough to hide her.
@Colby for whoever you want to throw at her <3
![[Image: lSYWxe.png]](https://img.nickpic.host/lSYWxe.png)