The two are idle, mane ensnared by invisible fingers, the cold breeze taunts them in a way that reminds only one of them, of the horrors they had faced before. The cold, it feels like ice, penetrating healed wounds. Mnemosine looks at her sister from the corner of her eye, biting at her lip to stop the tremble, from the cold and from the frigid memory that feels like spears of ice digging into her skull. Sometimes she longs to be like Lethea, almost unforgiving in the way she forgets. the bay mare was adamant she had forgot because she needed to, not because she wanted to. He had done far more damage to her than he did Mnemosine. Perhaps that was why...
Lethea rocks on her hunches slightly, swaying in the breeze as though a lost, spare feather. She turns her head to her counterpart and whispers, 'Perhaps we'll find somewhere warm?' her tone is feathery, like the crunch of the broken leaves underfoot. Mnemosine sighs, the voice freezing in her throat. She did not know what to say, all that she was certain anywhere would be better than standing idle in the field, sitting ducks so to speak. She wanted to protect her sister from any more harm, and wanted to protect herself also, perhaps, if it was not too much to hope for, find a home for the two of them.
'Warm is good. Just keeping thinking of warmth. Sunshine and wildflowers.' she smiles, her lips reaching the corners of her mouth, tugging endlessly into what she hoped was a reassuring grin. Lethea nudged her bay sibling and shook her head. 'Sunshine and wildflowers, it's a bit late for that.' she snorts, a laugh betraying the sadness in her eyes as she finds the stranger first. 'Oh, hello.' she says, her voice faraway, a glimmer of hope finding her eye as she watched the blue roan with mild curiosity. Mnemosine was wary at first, ears pressing against her poll as she took a step forward, infront of her twin, a guarding flick of her plume against her hocks, and a slight arch of her neck. She was in no real shape to appear anymore frightening than some thorny rose, with the scars and the moth-eaten appearance they shared, it looked quite like they had stepped out of hell's gates itself.
'Winter is quite the promise it seems.' Mneomsine says, her eyes never leaving the steed, whilst her sister took a wayward step out from her vicinity. 'I'm Lethea and this is Mnemosine.' her smile is like glass, so fragile and easily shattered. Mnemosine shakes her head and offers a small smile. She was not that bad, and she supposed this man was not quite the hellion she had thought. He seemed pleasant enough, but like the rain in summer, it can often fall cold come evening...
'Shahrizai. It's nice to meet you.' she is the diplomatic one, she has known that since the two of them had entered the world. Lethea was the one who took chances and yet would forget the name of the very mother that bore them, and left them. Mnemosine wished she could be that flippant sometimes. 'I don't much care for winter.' Lethea's smile is blissful but her voice cracks and clips, as if near tears, but her eyes are as bright as the winter sun that beams above them. 'Too cold.' as if one cue her coat shivers against the cold breeze as it ensnares the pair once more, causing their ebony manes to fall like rivulets over their earth brown skin. 'How has your morning faired, Shahrizai?' 'Probably better than ours at least.'
Lethea & Mnemosine
we are just misguided ghosts, travelling endlessly