04-13-2021, 07:11 PM
There has been no pleasure to be found in the return of the sun for this mare. It has disrupted the small balance she has discovered in this strange new life. In the shadows it was easier for her to disappear, easier for her to go long stretches pretending she does not exist.
And then with the sun, strange things began to happen. It started out small, twigs and rocks moving in the corner of her eye. And then lights began to appear, twinkling around her - shifting and moving around her.
It took a few days for her to figure out what they were. They looked like the stars that had returned to the sky but their fleeting yet ever-present nature began to frazzle her mind. She was being haunted.
She was trying to lose them in the forest when a familiar stranger stops her. White-rimmed eyes are more focused on the lights around her, which were not lost, and her voice is strangled when she spits out a response in a newfound instinct. “Akari.” She gives the name that found her - and though it does not feel right, it is at least something. She does not know how to discover whether she had been given a name when she burst free of the egg she had incubated in. If there was one, it has been lost.
Those black eyes slide first to the bone-thing and then the mare - trying to ignore the lights that seem to purposefully flicker in her periphery. “Who are you?” She replies, parroting the other’s inflection almost perfectly - asking not because she particularly cares to know but because she’s become aware that this is something that is asked.
And then with the sun, strange things began to happen. It started out small, twigs and rocks moving in the corner of her eye. And then lights began to appear, twinkling around her - shifting and moving around her.
It took a few days for her to figure out what they were. They looked like the stars that had returned to the sky but their fleeting yet ever-present nature began to frazzle her mind. She was being haunted.
She was trying to lose them in the forest when a familiar stranger stops her. White-rimmed eyes are more focused on the lights around her, which were not lost, and her voice is strangled when she spits out a response in a newfound instinct. “Akari.” She gives the name that found her - and though it does not feel right, it is at least something. She does not know how to discover whether she had been given a name when she burst free of the egg she had incubated in. If there was one, it has been lost.
Those black eyes slide first to the bone-thing and then the mare - trying to ignore the lights that seem to purposefully flicker in her periphery. “Who are you?” She replies, parroting the other’s inflection almost perfectly - asking not because she particularly cares to know but because she’s become aware that this is something that is asked.
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