She feels … adrift.
She’s been on her own since the Reckoning, and though she’s stayed in new Beqanna, the place has yet to feel like home to her.
She lives here, but she’s an outsider. A stranger to the many other horses that do call this strange new place home. The only ones that would know her are long gone.
She knows why. Despite the years that have grown between her and her time with Lena, the girl still continues to weigh heavily on her mind. She thinks of the girl everyday, hoping beyond hope that Lena, wherever she is (was she even real?) is doing alright, that she's happy, that she and her mom managed to find a new home. There’s no way that she’ll ever know of course, but she can’t help but hope. Even though she knows how bleak their situation had been …
She’s tried to find distractions, but they’ve failed utterly. Even her most recent return to old bad habits (that is, trying to find solace in the embrace of lustful stallions) cannot right her. Every day she still thinks of Lena … and feels lost.
The faerie’s trial had broken her in ways that she still can’t even hope to understand.
When the time comes for birth, she hides herself away in the deepest part of the woods, a place that still feels so foreign to her (and she doubts it will ever feel familiar). The process itself is quick and easy - she’s used to it by now - and in under an hour a damp little bundle lies in the sand at her side. She stands and moves to the child, a faint smile crossing her face when she sees that it’s another boy, and his coat is dark like his father’s (though with a purple tint from her own self). She cleans off the mess then nuzzles at the child, trying to encourage him to stand. “Drako, up you come.” She has no doubt that, in the end, this child will abandon her too. But she might as well enjoy this time while she can.
syl
when you think of love do you think of pain?
@[madie]