02-19-2018, 02:52 PM
Saedís is little more than a stranger to these shores. If oyu asked her if she lived in Tephra, she would reply with a small nod, or a breathed “yes”. But Tephra could not claim to be her home. The beautiful emerald that kissed Saedís´soft, moonshine skin had taken her as its own. But Saedís was not its child. You may try to hide the past, bury it beneath the folds of newness, tuck it away inside yourself where you can trust no one can find it. But it always, always rises to the surface, makes its way to the top. Nothing can truly conceal it. And such is the way with Saedís. She could have been Tephra´s child – daughter of grass and tree and shade and brimstone. Anyone, at first glance, could mistake her for such. But look into her eyes and the truth is instantly obvious. Saedís is the child of the sea and no one less. Her heart would always coincide with the ebb and flow of the waves, her gait synchronized with the fluid rush of the tide. It was whispered into her ear, braided into the strands of her mane.
She did not know every face in Tephra. Still, she knew them enough to recognize the solemn figure of their king. Perhaps Saedís is no child of Tephra, but neither is she the stranger to it she once had been. Perhaps she has yet to find her path, but she is not lost. Not completely.
Saedís lifts her head, shivering at the rush of chilly spring wind as it embraces her, dancing across her skin. The darkness is a soft blanket draping over Tephra, but the moon shines bright, orange, and the stars peer from behind a veil of cirrus. The evening softens lines, and in the half light, everything appears surreal. Perhaps Saedís is captivating herself, a small, pretty mare of shining silver with starlight on her face. But this, to her, is irrelevant. Warrick is what catches her eye, solemn and in thought – a brilliant beacon through the darkness. Saedís pricks her ears and offers a soft huff into the night, watching her breath appear before her, then fade away.
”What troubles you so, king Warrick, that you should seek answers from the sea?” she sings, and her voice is thick with seafoam and fairytales. She smiles, as she always does. A star-brimmed ear twitches at the roar of the sea and the cries of a gull.