10-20-2015, 05:00 PM
She roams aimlessly, letting her feet take her all across Beqanna.
She feels numb, purposeless. She’d been completely useless when the Chamber had invaded the Gates, had let them get away with burning her home and kidnapping her mother. Even now, months later, there’s nothing she can do. The Gates is only just managing to rise from the ashes, and her mother is still held captive by the Chamber. She hasn’t done anything. But she can’t do anything.
Her feet drag her into the meadow, though she barely notices it. She remembers the look of despair and resignation on her mother’s face as she’d walked off with the Chamber stallion. If only Sidra had been able to help …
She’s so immersed in the memory that she almost runs into the silver mare. But at the last moment, the sun reflecting off the dazzling coat catches her attention. “Oh! Sorry!” Then she stops, really seeing what’s in front of her.
The mare is … indescribable. Sidra’s breath catches in her throat as she stares, open-mouthed at the creature. She’s seen odd colours before - her brother and and father are tinted with a pale shade of blue - but this is something else. Something beautiful. And there’s something else about her too. Something she’s never felt before. Something … electric and powerful.
She takes a faltering step forward, still staring. She wants to reach out and touch that brilliant coat, but she knows that would be weird, uncomfortable. And she doesn’t want to do anything to make her leave. Then she realizes the mare is speaking. “I … hello. I’m Sidra.”
She feels numb, purposeless. She’d been completely useless when the Chamber had invaded the Gates, had let them get away with burning her home and kidnapping her mother. Even now, months later, there’s nothing she can do. The Gates is only just managing to rise from the ashes, and her mother is still held captive by the Chamber. She hasn’t done anything. But she can’t do anything.
Her feet drag her into the meadow, though she barely notices it. She remembers the look of despair and resignation on her mother’s face as she’d walked off with the Chamber stallion. If only Sidra had been able to help …
She’s so immersed in the memory that she almost runs into the silver mare. But at the last moment, the sun reflecting off the dazzling coat catches her attention. “Oh! Sorry!” Then she stops, really seeing what’s in front of her.
The mare is … indescribable. Sidra’s breath catches in her throat as she stares, open-mouthed at the creature. She’s seen odd colours before - her brother and and father are tinted with a pale shade of blue - but this is something else. Something beautiful. And there’s something else about her too. Something she’s never felt before. Something … electric and powerful.
She takes a faltering step forward, still staring. She wants to reach out and touch that brilliant coat, but she knows that would be weird, uncomfortable. And she doesn’t want to do anything to make her leave. Then she realizes the mare is speaking. “I … hello. I’m Sidra.”
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko
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