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
Time in the Dale has done wonders for her. Although her memory is as blank as it had been since the day she had stumbled into the snow covered fields, her physical self has much improved. Her flesh had filled out, skin no longer stretching over sharp bones. Her coat was sleeker, her mane and tail soft and shiny. Yes, the Dale had done wonders to her as well as good rest and plentiful grass and clover. However her mind was blank and hollow. Every day she tried to remember and little flickers of an image would pop up when she looked around the kingdom. A tree seemed to spark a memory, a horse from afar would make her do a double take. However the memories still evaded her, disappearing as quickly as they had come which left her feeling empty and discouraged. Would she ever remember where she had come from? Who she truly was?
Although she had been gaining weight steadily, her barrel seems to swell as if she had eaten a little too much clover. It stuck out from the rest of her slender figure and she has an inkling of what has happened. She had been making her way back from the field when a dark panther had crossed her path. Obviously she had been frightened until the big cat morphed into a stallion before her very eyes. Atrox had been his name and he had been so charming, he was nothing that she had ever seen or met before (that she could remember that is). It was lost on her, their connection. For they were connected… Connected from her mother to Magnus and from Magnus to Atrox. But neither of them knew this and it was highly doubtful that the stallion would have cared. It had happened so fast she still wasn’t sure what she made of it. He hadn’t been gentle but he also hadn’t been too rough and it had all been consensual… Hadn’t it?
She really couldn’t remember, she blamed her faulty brain for it. With a sigh she tilts her head and eyes her extending side. Either way it was happening. Her first child. It made her nervous, how could she be a good mother when she couldn’t even remember how she was raised? It’s a distraction either way, pondering how she will raise her child keeps her from despairing over her lost past. Slowly she wanders the Kingdom as she has been prone to doing after Ramiel had suggested that maybe she will stumble across something that will jog her memory. It’s different today though, today she longs for company and hopes to seek out the others. Hopes to make a friend.
Soliel
can I be close to you?
