[open] I turned off my light. Harder to find, that way.

[Brine]

brine

I turned off my light, harder to find
that way

She is healthier.

Brine has filled with food and safety, her stomach and hindquarters plumped to expand her frame back to where she should’ve been.

She should have been a lot of things, but here we are.

The silence has allowed herself to focus more. It has allowed her to revisit her old talent of hearing well, moving fast, even flying.

Even flying.

Brine waits minutes before a familiar face emerges between trees and she can exhale a sigh of relief. She had put in a lot of work to avoid nearly everyone else, and to be social still required a lot of energy. Energy Brine isn’t ready to find.

“Hello,” her social interactions are still rigid and awkward, “it is nice to see you as well.”

Eurwen mentions Ruthless, the way her name bombs in our shadow’s ears enough to deafen Brine for a week. To hear her name out loud, said by another voice feels alien. Like the voice of a foreigner using their language, with only the occasional word sounding right.

“I suppose I should,” she leaves Eurwens eyes, losing focus and watching her vision blur as she thinks about the reunion. What would it be like?

What does Ruthless look like?

“I don’t know if I am ready,” a sigh. A sigh of wishing she had handled her paranoia, her suspicions, her distrust for others. Our shadowy mare longs to be perfect, the desperation to prove to Ruth that this was all for something.

@[Eurwen]