CASIMIRA
i’m only whatever you make me
Everywhere that she has loved is gone.
She had not realized how many places had taken root inside of her, not until they were forcefully ripped away and she was left with nothing.
Tephra — where her and Cassian had been born, the place where she had fought her first battle, and where she eventually wore its crown.
Nerine, the cold shores she had disappeared to when she had felt as though she let Tephra down, where Heartfire had let her stay as long as she needed until she felt capable of moving on.
And Hyaline, the land that had finally allowed her the safety to learn her dragon shifting, the place she had fought on behalf of in the Alliance and earned the red ‘V’ that now marks her front leg.
In one fell swoop she had been left with nothing, and for someone that had long suffered with a sense of not belonging this had been more difficult than she had realized. It was not until the prospect of Tephra returning came to fruition that the ashes of her hope even began to stir, but there is a part of her that is still afraid to let it catch fire. Things could change, and Beqanna was known for being fickle; until she was standing in the shadow of the volcano she was not letting herself think that far ahead.
Instead she has come to the meadow.
Even though it was typically one of the busier places — even when the land was experiencing times of quiet — there was always a certain kind of peace to be found in the way that this particular place had always remained steadfast. Through every flooding and other disasters, the meadow remained largely unchanged, and the quiet hum of conversation and the wind rustling the tall grasses put her at ease. Staring out across the expanse of land, this could have been a snapshot from any moment in time. The faces and the conversations may be different, but the idea is always the same.
She stands not far from the heart of it, observing from the swell of a gentle knoll, and in a sea of so many colors and unique personal magics the plain white mare goes largely unnoticed in the fading autumn sunlight.