10-23-2025, 03:24 PM
A relit cigarette never tastes the same, and thats all I'll preach about rekindling old flames
Once upon a time, dawn had been her favorite time of day. There was something about the way to sun chased the stars away that had made her smile and her heart swell. The darkness hid things from her, and she had no taste for hide and seek. The sunrise had been her promise of a new day, of new life, of new beginnings. Somewhere along the way though she was tossed into the darkness.
I was in the darkness, so the darkness I became.
Necessity made her adapt that mantra, at least in the beginning. Torn from the Gates and elevated to Queen in a foreign, dark land...she had no choice but to pretend. No choice but the turn a blind eye and plaster a sneer on her pretty face. Eventually, she forgot it was an act and simply became it, body and soul.
She rarely ventures out in the daytime anymore. The darkness around her heart seems to shrink back from the warmth, preferring the cavernous spaces within the shadows. But today she changes course, leaving the Meadow and following the trail to the River. It is quieter here than even the Meadow was, and for a moment she drops her facade and lets the sunshine warm her bones. It sinks in deep, threading through her muscles and sinew and settling somewhere between her heart and her belly. She closes her eyes, content to exist and nothing more. Something breaks the tranquility though, and she wakes abruptly, no sign of sleep or weariness to be seen. On guard, on alert, ready. Old habits die hard, or so they say.
It is a mare, and one glance is all Topsail needs to know she has been startled by something. The grulla mare glances around, tightening her hawk wings to her sides just in case. She may no longer have the aid of a beast, but she is still fierce in her own right. But she sees no cause for alarm, at least not at the moment. She reaches out with her mind, but the mares thoughts are too scrambled for her to care to listen in on. Instead she approaches, a smirk lifting her lips. "Boo." she says, she silky voice weaving through the other mares mind. She waits a breath, waits for a reaction before speaking again. They are nearly always spooked by her speaking voice that comes from her mind and not her mouth. "I'm Topsail. Should I be running? You seem...flustered." With that she falls silent, the smirk still lifting her lips as she flicks her tail nonchalantly over her hips.
with love,
topsail
@Starbry