She knew shadows, and being unseen. The summer sky made little of her prefered sanctuary, but it didn’t bring about the invisible. And yet,Tirzah was unaware of the silent shielded follower she had gained in her entrance to the meadow. Summer had burnt the tall grasses, and their crisp stalks would have resisted the displacement, yet she knew not of the wolf breathing down her straw and thatch house. Heartfire’s house would be brick, impenetrable and sturdy through her confidence and wherewithal. Maybe security bred the restless stir that brought Heartfire to the meadow. Boredom wasn’t something the chestnut knew, her mind was far to busy to ever be bored. ”Must be nice…” it was more a muttering to herself, and not met rudely, and she didn’t notice she said it aloud. ”So then do you live in one of the territor---” Her words chopped off by the high pitched call of another across the brown-yellow grasses. Tirzah!
Well that was a turn of events. She didn’t know anyone, and surely no one knew her. She had been alone for far too long abandoned by her self-obsessed mother, and her sister, no her twin, had left her to save herself. Maybe that wasn’t fair… they had both wanted out from under their mother. Romantica… she had just been successful, while Tirzah had not. So there must have been some mistake… she had misheard. So he turned her attention back to roan, ”Yeah, so you live around here” The words had barely left her mouth when this other mare came up, rather excitedly. Tirzah looked at her with a sidelong glance, unsure if she had found someone more mentally unstable than her own self.”Do I know you…?” The Grey looked familiar in a distant sense of things. Like a dream you know you’ve had, but you jsut can’t quite remember. Tirzah’s memory is not what it once was, effects of Prague taking over her mind when she was young. Despite the reddish mare’s objections the grey continued, insisting she was her sister.
Sister.
A snarl planted on her face, her eyes in narrowed scrutiny. How could that be, Romantica was gone. She had fled these lands, to rid herself of Prague, and in the process left Tirzah behind. So what was did this mare thinks she was doing? Incredulous, that’s the best way she could put it. Prague must have sent the look-alike, unwilling to let her daughter move on with her life, her mother-dearest must have wanted her to stay weak and easily inhabitable. She didn’t trust that this was he actual sister, even with that nagging familiarity that whispered her to trust. Trust had got her no where in the past, and this wasn’t some small talk in the meadow. No this was somone trying to trick her with her own lost twin. Shameful, that grin, that excitement. My sister is gone, and has been for years…. Why kind of sick joke is this? Did my deplorable mother send you? What more could she possibly want from me!” He voice angry and spiteful at first but morphed to panicked and frightful by the end.
If the damaged mare had been human, they would have just witnessed the unwinding of a semi-stable teen into that of a girl hugging her knees while she rocked back and forth in a mess of tears on the floor. Cooing to herself that she was in control, and other self assuring statements. But she wasn’t so she glared at the dapple grey, forgetting that the roan was still there, forgetting that she had been her own person for nearly 4 years, Forgetting that it was possible for her sister to come home, that it was ok to trust. The roan’s words shook her from the trance that held her for a moment…. ”you could say that…” Romanica was gone, she was alone. It had always been that way, more or less; and she saw no real way for that to change now.
Tirzah
In a mad world, only the mad are sane