03-30-2021, 04:47 PM
She has led a simple life.
She was the quiet shadow of a silent father, an observer, and a learner.
But now she was no longer a girl, something it had taken her longer than most to realize. But in her own time, she had realized it, and she had realized she wanted something more. When she told her father she would be leaving she hadn't known what to expect. She wondered if he would be angry, if he would be hurt or cold. But none of that happened. He agreed, quietly and rather indifferently.
She had set out the next dawn.
Now, Sumara had been on the move all day, navigating the darkness the best she could without the comfort of her beloved flames, and still, she didn't know what she was looking for. Frustration bubbles in her chest, some childish part of her had assumed her fate would immediately find her when she left Tephra, and now it was just more of the same.
She tries again to summon the fire she had so easily manipulated before the eclipse. A wisp of a flame materializes in front of her and she feeds her magic into it, she pushes with enough energy that would have set the world ablaze around her in the times before, but it only flickers and begins to dwindle.
Her frustration turns to something close to rage, and she flings the little spark into the dust where it dies. One long, impossibly black leg strikes the place where it had landed. The dark mare stands, her ribs rising and falling in the stillness, and wonders where the hell she is supposed to go.
She was the quiet shadow of a silent father, an observer, and a learner.
But now she was no longer a girl, something it had taken her longer than most to realize. But in her own time, she had realized it, and she had realized she wanted something more. When she told her father she would be leaving she hadn't known what to expect. She wondered if he would be angry, if he would be hurt or cold. But none of that happened. He agreed, quietly and rather indifferently.
She had set out the next dawn.
Now, Sumara had been on the move all day, navigating the darkness the best she could without the comfort of her beloved flames, and still, she didn't know what she was looking for. Frustration bubbles in her chest, some childish part of her had assumed her fate would immediately find her when she left Tephra, and now it was just more of the same.
She tries again to summon the fire she had so easily manipulated before the eclipse. A wisp of a flame materializes in front of her and she feeds her magic into it, she pushes with enough energy that would have set the world ablaze around her in the times before, but it only flickers and begins to dwindle.
Her frustration turns to something close to rage, and she flings the little spark into the dust where it dies. One long, impossibly black leg strikes the place where it had landed. The dark mare stands, her ribs rising and falling in the stillness, and wonders where the hell she is supposed to go.