[open] from the ashes

[Divest]

don't come find me, I won't be here waiting

She is unaware of the terrifying tales that are told about the brindle stallion and the white mare. It was naïve of her to be without this knowledge. Divest would have been surprised, shocked to learn that the brindle stallion was Gale. She had spent the last six months in the company of the monster that masquerade as her childhood friend, unaware he was the monster from the terrifying tales. Gale had not been that monster though; he had not been the creator of chaos and destruction that the rumors speak of him to be. He had been the same brindle stallion she knew as a young filly—awkward but charming with his bright blue eyes, eyes she could never look away from. How could someone like that be a monster? But he is gone now. Nowhere to be found for weeks. Divest could not find him anywhere, only that his scent was fading away from the humid jungle. The nightmares that creeped out of the heart of the jungle were diminishing, but she could still feel the darkness, the nightmares lurking within the shadows. Maybe he had not left after all, but still, she could not find him. The jungle had been quiet lately, except for the jungle noises that she has become used to. She has watched it quietly in the passing of weeks, mostly discovering she is entirely alone. The nightmares Gale had mentioned when she first arrived in Tephra had not harmed her, but she is not sure why. Maybe Gale had known how to keep her safe. She is surprised to find another, within the distance crossing over the crisscrossing streams of lava and springs, during this hot summer afternoon. With each step, a trail of white fire flares from the black and gold marked sabino without much care she notices. A curious flicker of her ear moves forward, unaware of what brings the stranger here to the jungle, so she moves towards the mare to find out. “Hello,” she calls out, closing the distance between them. The pastel mare moves with grace with every step, her long silver tail trailing behind her. A welcoming smile touches her lips and stretches across her finely crafted facial features. Divest does not show her caution towards the stranger, she wears a warming expression to masquerade such things. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen anyone here,” she says cutting to the chase, “My name is Divest. Who are you?” She knew the black and gold marked mare was not a familiar face of Tephra.

Divest

@Sunlight