Walking on Sunshine (Ryker)

[nala]

Florence.

Although everyone knew where to find the sabino mare in the wee morning hours, she proved to be much more difficult to find as the sun rose and took away the rain. Although she tended to reside on both islands, Florence called Inoa, her birthplace, home. She was a true islander in the sense that home, the islands, meant everything to her. Family was the second most important thing in her life, and as the white mare grew older she was finding her experience with it to be growing more and more uncomfortable.

A light breeze floated across the beaches of Inoa today. The noon day sun had reached its peak in the sky and was now beginning its retreat back bellow the oceans horizon. During this time, the glare from the ocean became almost intolerable. For this reason and this reason alone, Florence found herself ankle deep in the ocean with her eyes closed. Her blood red tail swished contently behind her as she rested. This unusual sense of calm was quite normal for most equines of the islands, but rarely would you see Florence's expression without it. She was content with waiting. Waiting was her middle name.

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Some Days

I CAN'T EVEN TRUST MYSELF

I have spent today doing nothing. Not very productive, huh? My sea-foam green eyes had spent their time wandering with my body as I walked around the circumference of the Island. A light sigh escaped my lips, large body moving quietly. Water from the waves beckoned for me to come and play, and as the sun just barely began it's descent after noon, the temperature picking up quickly. I slipped into the cool, salty water and a soft sigh escaped my velvet lips, eyes soft as I let the water lap at my stomach. I had nearly made my way all the way around the island, so I grudgingly pulled myself out of the ocean, stepping back onto my island.

I flick my damp tail, clumps of hair flying in an arch before settling against my hind legs. Bicolored hooves plod softly in the feathery sand, ears tilted back, relaxed. They perk up instantly when a scent crosses a nose. New, but one I had come across before. So there were others? Excitement gleams in my eyes as my nares flare and my walk turns to a trot. As I round the corner, my eyes instantly focus on a mare who stands in the water, her pelt pearly white and a rustic red. A smile spreads across my lips as a whinny vibrates through my vocal cords. I keep my posture relaxed an open as I walk towards the edge of the water before stopping. "It's nice out, isn't it?" I ask softly, raising my head to look at the clear blue sky.

[ ooc ; sorry for the wait!! ]

THE BREATHING GETS HARDER

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