GALILEE
It's been pleasant, on the island - so pleasant in fact that she had decided to live here, unlike before. Ah, the Tundra - she could see how greatly he missed it, though he spoke of it often enough, too (often enough for her to roll her pretty navy blue eyes and kiss him into silence). But she didn't miss it. When they'd been together then, contact had been limited; she couldn't handle the extreme cold, have no magicks with which to protect herself, and Brennen was far too busy with the brotherhood to keep her warm for long.
So, yes; she liked it here far better. The warmth of the island, the clear blue of the waters, the way a certain someone seemed to keep coming around more and more often... Maybe it wasn't Ischia itself that drew her here, after all. But it suited her far, far more than the icicle Brennen used to call home, anyway.
Winter reigned elsewhere in Beqanna, but on the island, Galilee went on unaffected. The pretty mare usually kept to herself, looking no further than the little cove she'd claimed as her own upon arriving to this place. Most times, she enjoyed the solitude, the way her garden of flowers danced in the breeze, and how she could feel the kicks of their growing daughter in her womb. But perhaps it was that bulging and stretching of her mottled bay-navy-purple hide that drew her towards the center of Ischia, navy eyes glimmering in the thin winter sun.
Despite the slight difficulty of her rounded belly, Galilee moved with elegance across the sands, her tail arching in the stereotypical Arabian fashion as she cantered easily down the coast. She'd had practice with pregnancy, after all, especially with Brennen's progeny - and speaking of the stallion, her eyes scanned the skies for him avidly. Her lyrical voice remained quiet for the moment, however, trusting that her paramour would spot her quickly, and come to see why she had left her cove for the first time since fall.
@[Brennen]