There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
The red and white mare remembers her childhood with an uncommon clarity. She had had an incredibly happy home as a child. Loving, doting parents, a brother who could be easily persuaded into accompanying her on adventures, so many places to explore. It had been idyllic, really.
But then, when she had been about Anguisette’s age, everything had changed. She had made one of the most foolish mistakes of her life. A mistake that had ensured she would never be the same again, would never again get to experience those childish dreams and emotions. In her bright innocence and carefree youthfulness, she had made a decision to help a man with a mission. And the man had not been a kind.
She bears the reminders of that time forever etched into her skin. Dark fissures that score once smooth skin with stories of pain and horror and death.
She would not wish that fate upon anyone (well, that’s probably not entirely true – her worst enemies she might), especially not the smoky filly that reminds her so much of herself as a child. She isn’t surprised when the girl comes traipsing through the trees towards her. Anguisette seems to be everywhere. Joscelin can hardly turn around without bumping into her.
She rather enjoys it, actually. She had never realized how much she likes children, not until this one had come along, effortlessly charming her way into her affections. So as Anguisette approaches her with a hopeful expression on her dark features, Joscelin offers her a quick, encouraging smile.
”Hey kiddo. What’s on your mind?”
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria