I’m not really sure what I came to the Field expecting to find. Someplace to go, obviously – what the hell other purpose do people wander in here for – but I honestly hadn’t spent any time picturing what that place would be. I’d lived in Beqanna my whole life so I had a passing familiarity with all the places an equine could live – herds, the traditional kingdoms, the Jungle. None of them screamed home when I thought of them, but then I’d never actually visited any of those places, and how could you tell if a place would fit you, could be your home, if you’d never even seen it? I wasn’t the kind of girl who’d spent her childhood chasing butterflies and daydreaming about my future. Nope; most of my childhood had been spent teaching myself how to survive and trying to keep my whore of a mother out of trouble. At least until she’d disappeared for good somewhere before my second birthday. Probably got knocked up again – who the fuck knows how many siblings (half-siblings more likely) I had running around? But the point is, my life wasn’t spent imagining my future or someplace called home, so the Valley seemed as good a place as any to try out first. And like Elysium said – if I got bored I could always leave again.
I let the moth-man lead the way to the Valley; I probably could have found the place on my own, but what’s the point of expending all that effort when you’ve got an insider around to find it for you? As we cross the mountains the air gets cooler, and I lash my tail against my hindquarters. The warmth of the spring sun had been nice in the Field, and while it’s still warm enough here, the mountains give a decidedly different feel to the scenery. Not that I gave much of a damn about scenery really; one tree was the same as another to me.
I don’t say much as we cross the border into the Valley. Part of that’s because I’m not exactly a talker – people tend to just piss me off, so I’ve never put much effort into my socialization skills. But another part of it is that I just don’t really know what to ask. I feel like I should probably know things about this place if I’m going to make an honest effort of checking it out as a potential place to crash, but what the fuck do you ask to figure that shit out? He’s already told me the basic set-up, the name of the king – what else is there to know really? Hell, how should I know – I’ve never lived in a kingdom before.
Amoxia
Buckskin Friesian/Anglo-Arabian hybrid mare
Gunsynd x Soulgasm
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