10-24-2020, 04:51 PM
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The Island of Ischia shimmers in the distance, distorted by heat and humidity to seem like it's almost floating. Starsonder lay in the Tephran sand watching it, drifting in and out of day-dreams and imagining what it would be like to live of a floating island full of flying horses. Palm branches dance above her, the fall breeze just enough to keep her from sweating as her mind spreads it's wings and navigates through the clouds and stars. But she remembers, as the crash of an unusually large wave reminds her of where she is, that she had heard the island was actually inhabited by water-loving horses. With a sigh, she decides that being able to swim among the coral and brightly colored fish really is no less enchanting.
She yawns. Her small white teeth sit like pearls in her pink gums, and she licks her lips as she stands. Today was the day. No more day-dreaming, she may as well go find out was the Ischia was like for herself.
The tide is low and the crossing easy, even for a yearling. With her blush colored mane plastered to her thin neck and her speckled skin showing through her damp, white coat, she halts on the beach. Her apricot eyes are curious as they glance around, waiting to see if anyone had spotted her, as she resists the urge to follow the parrot-calls into the jungle.
She yawns. Her small white teeth sit like pearls in her pink gums, and she licks her lips as she stands. Today was the day. No more day-dreaming, she may as well go find out was the Ischia was like for herself.
The tide is low and the crossing easy, even for a yearling. With her blush colored mane plastered to her thin neck and her speckled skin showing through her damp, white coat, she halts on the beach. Her apricot eyes are curious as they glance around, waiting to see if anyone had spotted her, as she resists the urge to follow the parrot-calls into the jungle.
starsonder