I'll be almost to the ocean when you open your eyes
She had learned with time, that it didn't matter where they came from. Souls who found their way to Ischia, who bothered with the trouble of crossing from the mainland, were often in need of that distance. Prying didn't help, though she didn't mind being a listening ear when requested.
Rather, she found it useful to the healing process, helping others unwind the threads of their lives into something that made sense again. Time and sunshine cured many things.
She beamed gently at the other woman's assent, knowing she enjoyed the quiet too. "Wonderful," she nodded, feeling pleased with this first interaction so far. Truthfully, she'd been concerned with being out of practice, or worse; that the time in the dark would have driven her from this kind of work entirely. The satisfaction she felt was the same as it always had been, though, and she looked forward to seeing these new faces in the coming days.
The uncertainty in the filly's wasn't lost on her, and with their odd introduction, the seamare suspected that maybe other children might have been a rarity where they had come from. Goodness knew that Moira and Acionna had stuck together tightly for the first year of their lives, bound by experience and the security that a constant companion brings.
She felt guilt over that still. Foals ought to have friends, and know more than their own blood while still growing. She'd failed them in that way. Her own fearfulness had been a large contributor to that. These three were simply more serious than She was used to children being. She smiled kindly at the trio, hoped that they'd find they could relax while here.
"It doesn't," she replied, looking back to the brilliantly white mare. "My family's cove is to the West of here, should you need to find me, but you're welcome to settle anyplace that takes your interest. There's more privacy on the islets, but more resources here on the mother island. Travel between is easiest at low tide." Small facts and figures that played into island life reeled through her mind as she mentioned this.
Tides were a fact of life that had to be considered when living so close to the water. The hurricanes that rolled through in summer would be another adjustment she would need to help them through. Where to find freshwater, what plants could be eaten and which would make your belly ache for days.
Island life was wonderful. It was something she wouldn't trade for anything, but it was a learning curve if you weren't born to it. Even then, the island still managed to surprise her regularly.
Aquaria
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