11-01-2018, 11:57 PM
Hearts will never be practical,
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)
until they can be unbreakable.
(But I still want one.)
And in a flash came another stallion, winged and practically soaked in magic. The Tin Man could smell the shared blood between the new stallion and the filly: Her dad. Great, because he had not been looking forward to the idea of fighting Mr. Big-Ass Lizard by himself, if at all--but the relief got shoved into the back of his head by a foreign voice.
Male, loud with urgency, but half-directed (or just not practiced?). The only thing he could really parse out was GO, and a garbled direction to find... land. Go to the island? The stallion checked the shores. A clear stretch of sand with a darker edge of earth at the end, not too far but also very wet...
The Tin Man's nerves were already raw at the presence of the Big-Ass Lizard; soon they'd be frayed and he'd just start running, so he stepped next to the filly with a good few feet of separation, trying not to spook her. "Okay honey, your dad said to go to the island! Follow me, I won't leave you!"
The Tin Man