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[Anaxarete]

YOU CAN HEAR WHEN THE HEART STOPS. These lands had changed… But she hadn’t’. There was some bitterness, buried deep, for the loss of the lands that she knew. Yet she knew her magic was powerless to restore them.  There were some things that were even out of her reach. She wondered if this would be the time that she’d return and all her past connections would have gone.  Not that it ever really mattered.  Sentiment was one of the first things to crumble away into nothing. Perhaps there’d be some fun in being unrecognized.  But no mirth registered on the cold woman’s face. She stepped nonchalantly over spring flowers.  Shadows swirled around her fetlocks, completely illogical in the midday sun.  Beqanna had changed significantly - the land and those who called this place home.  She probably stood out more now - unremarkable gray and battle scars.  No vivid colors or markings. No horns or frills.  Just a small, nondescript mare.   Though those who knew anything about this place knew that looks could be deceiving.  The shadow-mare was still unsure of her role in this reformed world, but she didn’t worry. She had all the time in the world to figure it out. - A N A X A R E T E - been there, done that

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