we are aching bones and wasted years; any

[Soliel]

in the morning when I wake and the sun is coming through,
oh you fill my lungs with sweetness and my head is filled with you

Wherever she had been before she fell back into the cold field of Beqanna had swiped her memories as their own. She no longer recalls her childhood days, of the quiet loving gray mare that had been her mother. Of the kingdom they had lived in. Of the buckskin man her mother had so blindly followed, no matter what. She doesn’t know that somewhere she has a brother, a half-brother, that’s come back to these lands as well. A boy born to the gray mare and the buckskin man. Then again, even if she had control of her mind, she still wouldn’t know him. He had been a secret, kept from them all the day her mother died.

There’s an uncomfortable nagging in her head, a spreading migraine that won’t go away. This buckskin stallion seems almost as confused as she is. He shakes his head and the struggle to remember falls away with it. ”Oh.” She says quietly but quickly pulls back her sunny smile. ”Perhaps I’m mistaken.” That nagging feeling won’t leave though, a small bell ringing when he speaks again. Magnus. Magnus. Why is that so familiar? Curved lobes flatten to her skull as she tries to shake off the spiderwebs. Stubborn things that refuse to budge. A soft sigh as it all slips away from her. Oh well.

”Welcome Magnus. I suppose I’m here to offer you what these guys want to offer you.” A shy grin as she bumps the nearest stallion with a sense of joviality. All in good sport right? ”I’m from the Dale and we would happily have you join our home if you desire.”

Soliel
can I be close to you?